Sitting on my window sill
Watching the dance of the snow flakes
Looking outside at the frozen lakes
Thinking about all the blood I wanna spill
The bloodlust is more powerful than ever
It's getting harder to keep it abay
I feel my innocence peeling away
My soul crying a river
Sitting on my window sill
Watching my misty breath
Huddled in a corner, awaiting death
My hands are red from my kill