Good Mourning

Good mourning Mr. Sleepy

My name is Winter Cold

I'll freeze the heart you're loving

To wound your mortal soul

Believe my little friend

You're blind and you don't know

Illusions come to an end

And you are gone

Her love is like a candle

Weeping in the wind

Blow out its flame

It's easy as committing sins

Farewell for ever

Thousands needles in my heart

Get me some poison

No more lies

Good mourning Mr. Sleepy

Stare at this stormy sunset

The veil of doubt comes creeping

Like a disgusting insect

Believe my little friend

Her heart is turned to stone

Dreams come to an end

She's false to the bone