Ice The dying snow clung to her eyelashes, the ice to her thighs. A wind blown from Frost himself should have made her shiver, but it didn't. Instead, she stood there, motionless as ever.
Non Shall Come to FlightI feel the darkness where it leadsThe dreaded feeling of flightbounded to my heartI feel it in my dreams the safety in your wingsThe figures made of waxthe danger they impose (Coming doom)they melt before my eyes (Do you feel it child?)I feel it in my dreamsthere's hope in your wingsFleet of foot is no good (Against a thousand feet of air)The crashing (Can you feel it my dear?)The burning (It's coming! it's coming!)I feel it in my dreams There's no safety in your wings (The dreaded feeling of flight) (Against a thousand feet of air)