The day flews fastly from the town
She’s drowning in the shadows
And shows you her true face
The puddles shine like ice
In the scy, there’s a silver linig
The evening turns dew to frost

The paleness, wich comes from our cheks
Makes us beautiful like angels
They shall fall down on their knees and pray
That the darkness will stay

We are like iceflowers
We blossom at night
We are like iceflowers
To pretty for the day
We are like iceflowers
Cold and black is our power
Iceflowers blossom at night

(Eisblume - Iceflowers)

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