Tombs. Winter Hours. Filled With Secrets. Zeneszám

She is an echo lost in the void
Echo in a perfect world
Unknown in the dark
Behind the tree line
Filled with secrets
She fills my nightmares for all eternity
She rides the frozen moonlight
Descends into the dark
Behind the Tree line
Filled with Secrets
Her image fades
She speaks to me
Lost in the void
She calls to me