Spellbind Winter

Snow's mysteries withheld in a caress cloud sky— For only she knows her swirling mimes fear melt; Mercury rigid, cold— night child feels no breath; Surely there's still magic outside; me. For only she knows her swirling mimes fear melt— Flakes anchor in the phantasm's dust; blush. Surely there's still magic outside; me, While gloom is shone on past maiden rifts. Flakes anchor in the phantasm's dust; blush. Mercury rigid, cold— night child feels no breath; While gloom is shone on past maiden rifts— Snow's mysteries withheld in a caress cloud sky.