We're Gonna Make It to the End

It was a cold winters night
 the silver moon jump on the rise
 I could have sworn that I saw her
 standing at the edge of my sight
 holy water bless my soul
 i broke the seal from long ago
 chased by her shadows in the still of the night
 i went blind and lost my sight
 no where to run, no where to hide, out in the cold
 black night
 running in the black
 black night
 no sign of light
 in a stream of illusions
 i saw all the spirits arise
 heard the echoes of laughter
 and a voice calling me cold as ice
 like the wind that speaks of old
 her story was left to long untold
 haunted by shadows in the still of the night
 no one there no one in sight
 no where to run, no where to hide, out in the cold