There was once a story told
of icy silver, crimson gold.
Friendship fade and lovers lost,
fires burn and flowers frost.
Where the ocean meets the sky
is where the tragic ending lies.
There a figure waits and stands
seducing you into its hands.
Freezing skin and teeth of knives
don’t look into its torching eyes.
Hide your gaze and turn away
and on this earth you’re free to stay.
But life has left you burnt and froze
you let the heavy door fall close.
So where the ocean met the sky
is where your soul is left to fly.
And that’s the story long been told
of icy silver, crimson gold.