This is a world full of hate 

And she was to little to late

Her eyes turned ice as the would set fire

She said all was a lier

I dont know what to do

And it's all because of you

With you iced up eyes

All she knows is lies

People soon begain to wonder

If all she sees is effects of thunder

But they dare not ask

So so keeps her mask

Will she find love 

In the wings of a dove

The bitter cold of her eyes flows though her vains

A undead corpse is all that remains 

Its late October 

She has a Bon Fire in November 

When she sees the beautiful orange and yellow flames 

Her eyes set fire with perfict aim