Looking down at my life 
I find the cold stare of spite 
In a copse the 
Angel sighs 
I long to feel her at my side 
Hope is dread, it waits for me 
And through it cloak 
I cannot see 
Within her arms 
I wish to rest 
But she's slave to cold, sweet death 
And she knows what's in my heart 
And she sees the falling snow 
On this darkest night of life 
And she sees the fires burn 
Underneath the falling snow 
On this darkest night of life 
I trace her steps and yet 
I find A search in vain to end this life 
I smell the rose within her hand 
Existing in the hour's sand 
Hope is dread 
It waits for me 
From its grasp 
I long to be 
She shuts her eyes, the darkness falls 
And life is lost to midnight's call