The roar of the flame
Warms her no more
Her heart is sheat in iron
Made of steel...
She is icy scraps
Of solid metal
For her breathing ceased
When it stopped
Beating for love...
The roar of the flame
Warms her no more
Her heart is sheat in iron
Made of steel...
She is icy scraps
Of solid metal
For her breathing ceased
When it stopped
Beating for love...