Lady Who’s Dressed In Black

A lady who’s dressed in black
A lady who’s lost in her dream
No wings on her wounded back
Just two bloody scars on white skin

She sits in her silent room
Draws his face on the wall
He is her big love and her doom
And she is his gothic doll

Blood falls from her wound to the floor
While she holds sharp blade in her hand
She wanted just him and no more
And now she is looking for end

A lady who’s dressed in black
She calls him in darkness at night
A witch who was sent to a rack
Dark princess rejected by light

A lady who’s dressed in black
A stranger in their perfect world
With two bleeding scars on her back
Their hearts are all dead and cold

She loves her black flowers of death
She loves to walk under the rain
She wants to give him her last breath
For him she will stand all the pain

A lady who’s dressed in black
A lady who died for love
And now she has wings on her back
She’s angel that flies above....