The Stainglasses Of The Widow's Mansion کے بول

She´s dressed in black as the depth of the night Her nails- They´re long and sharp as a well tempered blade The inherited grey pendant is there, shinning on over her chest The veil almost can´t hide her pale skin, she is the Queen of Sleet´s Rage The beauty and the rage in one face They fell in love with her A dark shadow passes alone by the window Behind the curtains a brief sight appears The wheatercook turns like a whirlwind When midnight moonlight creeps in the night A picture made of light Refraction of her past The stainglasses of the widow´s mansion The silence sounds so loud Nobody hears your cries Just when the entrance door gets locked