The Snow

I am the snow running from the sky, running from hunters... the wicked stepmother.
You are three kings, high on rust and wine, fighting the furies... the missing stories.
You say i am forgetting what i never knew to begin with.
You say i am forgetting what i never knew to begin with.
I am the snow, coppering new found lights, new friendly faces... the treacherous places.
You withered away through doors of other times, your piece was a soldier... your spirit was colder.
You say i am forgetting what i never knew to begin with.
You say i am forgetting what i never knew to begin with.
And the king and queen take their place beneath the frozen sky that took away the life of the jester's eye.
Never again, never again... never.
It is coming again, a time when pain is gone.
A poltergeist prison of blackening movie vision.
You say i am forgetting what i never knew to begin with.
You say i am forgetting what i never knew to begin with.