The chariot
is coming,
the gates
of time have been opened,
and your
soul will be condemned.
On cold
wings
the queen
is coming.
She is not
an angel,
she is not
a devil,
she is not
good and
she is not evil.
She's
got black hair,
she's got
skin like ice,
better run
if you don't want to feel
her cold
breath
She is the
Ice Queen,
the most
beautiful pain,
the saddest
regret.
She is
coming, she is here,
she will
find you and she will make
your heart
fall in fear.
You can't
escape from her gaze,
you will
wish her embrace,
but she
will only give you pain.
She gives
and she takes
she is the
Queen of your fate,
she is your
life and your death.
By:Deep_Within
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