Good Mourning

Good mourning Mr. Sleepy
My name is Winter Cold
I'll freeze the heart you're loving
To wound your mortal soul
Believe my little friend
You're blind and you don't know [bad word] to an end
And you are gone
Her love is like a candle
Weeping in the wind
Blow out its flame
It's easy [bad word] sins
Farewell for ever
Thousands needles in my heart
Get me some poison
No more lies
Good mourning Mr. Sleepy
Stare at this stormy sunset
The veil of [bad word] creeping
Like a disgusting insect
Believe my little friend
Her heart is turned to stone [bad word] to an end
She's false to the bone