Ice and fire, cold desire
never before has the time been so dire
whispering to me in the night,
wandering away from the light.
Ice cold fire,
burning hate and endless ire,
deathly cold and silvered with mold,
rotting and dying; the victorious bold.
I had warned you,
I had shown you,
nothing awaited you out there,
nothing that I could not bear.
I will offer once again,
I will plead you not to win,
I will show you what you'll find,
if you go and kill so blind.
Whisper whisper in the night,
you are losing a long lost fight,
killing burning, destroying and more,
never again will you find an open door.
I betray you,
I deny you,
I will hate you,
I despise you.
But don't tell that I didn't warn you,
don't try to make me feel like I was wrong,
don't, no don't, because you're wrong.
Whisper whisper, firelight,
we all know you're long gone now,
but I refuse to shed a tear,
I refuse to show my fear . . .
but soon they will know,
and soon they'll see,
all the weakness inside of me.
Weakness, weakness, weakness more,
hurt me, kill me, but don't hate me,
show me fear and terror or,
I'll have to die the slowest death.
And that is something I cannot bear.