White Snow, Red Shadows

Snow White's in the garden playing catch-up with her broken dreams
Then behind the forest there's a murmur and the path begins to shine
The ancient trees are trembling for the prince to come
Underneath the canopy of wilting leaves their faces are aligned

And it will feel so good
And be amazingly true
Like an open wound when it's bright and new
Like the taste of love on a firm and steady hand
Or the present tense of a tingling brand
Oh, there's a thousand stories waiting to be left untold

Madder Mortem - White Snow, Red Shadows

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