With only the night to hear us,
And moonlight to dance on your skin.
Whisper, my love whisper, through lips turning cold and blue,
Scatter your lies in the wind love,
As my blade draws the life from you.
Gently, my love gently, there is time before we go.
Lay ebony hair on my shoulder,
Sleep soft in the reddening snow.
Louder my love, louder, deceive with your dying breath
Your words held no truth in life love,
Still I long to hear lies in death.
Whisper, dark woods whisper, cold mist impede the moon's glow
Keep our resting place a secret,
Beneath the crisp white falling snow.