Wild moaned the grief on the lone cliffs of my head
Cold blew the wind on the crystal wings of air
That day she came with the devil in her eyes
To tear down my world in her heavenly disguise
Pale grows the light of the days that are no more
Cold are those eyes that have turned my heart to stone
Once you were bound to the pleasure and the pain
But now I've learned to know that my faith has been in vain.
Cruel-hearted girl
Rust on your door
Gone is the pain
Spring's coming home

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