Frosty Countess (por Bruno Teixeira)

In a frosty day, in the dead of night,
There goes the wind among the trees,
Blowing where the never shine.

In the heart of a western forest,
A princess is walking on the cold floor
Surrounded by his bunch of maidens.

They’re asking for the heat,
But they’re getting nothing.
They’re at the middle of the road.

Blood is freezing and running,
They’re screaming and living
For a death before her eyes.

Swords and axes are bringing
The new sensation to the town,
But nothing will be the same anymore.

Kings and queen are misfits like
The poor and the criminal underground,
But they’re even the dearest ones.

And time keeps ringing his bell
To the dawn of a generation of angels
And demons that are living in the land.

The maidens are losing their innocence
And asking for mercy coming from heaven,
But it’s too late… it’s just the purity of sin.

Blood comes out of their veins
And the countess takes a shower
And becomes a new and pure missy.