Mistress of the Shadows

On the howling wind, you can hear it In the silence of the long winter night Bone chilling cold, the life sucking grave The freezing mistress of the end awaits And I have seen her, heard her whisper Begging me to come home And I long for her, the darkest cold embrace She will come to take me home Children see her, in the night They see things that most cannot She’s what waits beyond the shadows She is what fear is made of And I have seen her, heard her whisper Begging me to come home And I long for her, the darkest cold embrace She will come to take me home