Her Tomb of Despair ...

Freezing pale breezes indicates
The advent of the forlorn winters
Through the bloodstained forest floor
And Across the lake of dead souls
Bayonet carcasses lay rest Scattered
A realm Where No Life Shall reside,
A sphere where nothing shall ever exist
A place where spirits lost and destiny ends
She rises from the abyss of her loneliness
A coven of the dead is what she rules
The princess of the obscure lonely forest
At dusk she moves through the woods
Gleamed by the forlorn distant moon
The essence of her vindictive Melancholy
Spread upon the dark land like a gloomy mist
Waiting to entrap a soul to kill her isolation
But no matter how many souls she seizes
She remain alone all through the dark winters
A curse she live for many a dark centuries
Endless circle is her kingdom of Darkness
Where she will reign for an eternity of pain
Covered in snow is now her hope to be free
Her sadistic castle is now her tomb of despair