Vulnerable sighs and a virgin skin A feast for the ice, she is so worth a sin Sweet and fresh I smell her blood and flesh Soft as silk and white as mothers milk I will reveal what no light shows With a knife in my hand I draw near Unmasking the face when the night flows so, my dear, this is your inner self What is seen in waters truth icy life No more to prove for sorrows wife and do her soothe at the frozen lake of bliss Carefully I peel and then rip apart Which cloaks you unreal and covers your heart Tempting snake I see through all your fake face and grace the bliss of icy lakes
icy, bliss, lake, unmasking, vulnerable