When my heart is a black open wound
And the soul is bled out, leaving a white scar
When the colors are faded
In the February night sunlight is far
The grey sky spells forever
And never preludes hope
The wind whispers silence
From the mountains of cold

Will you hold a hand
When the hand is pale
Will you kiss life into the dead

Love me at my darkest
Oh love me at my darkest hour
I love you at your darkest
And love you at my darkest hour

When my soul is the bleakest moor
And the mining shows it's toll
Without the ornaments of the spirit
The spine of man falls
How long is the cold
How deep can one erode?

Will you hold a hand
When the hand is pale
Will you kiss life into the dead
On the bleakest day

When the ground is frozen
And you stand alone in the storm
The snow covers all the wounds in white

When your legs are frozen
And your lips cannot move
I will caress you and bring you delight
On the bleakest day

When the white sun blinds
And the mirror reflects a thousand lies
The tears freeze onto your chin

The day when you feel hopeless
And longing for the unknown
I will warm you with the flame within
On the bleakest day

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