The skull on your desk wasn't frightening at all your perverted games I meant they were fun but snow is stained with my blood cold grows in my head
I am alone this time I won't choose this time
We fantasized while wine ran through our veins but we never realized how bitter was its taste and the snow is stained with your blood steam comes in your heart
You are alone this time You're no one this time
There's no way back no turning point your sins dominated your life her touch is lost her freshness chilled your crime's dominating your will