The dream, the pain, the smell of snow,

The purest snow, the magic snow

So far, so strange, so sweet, so dark

Beware, stay out, they here? No doubt.

Beware the magic, beware the dark

But it`s so sweet, you`ll dare to fall

In blood, in air, in eyes, in us

They here, before us, in our hearts.

Victoria InkHeart, 12. 2013