Sunless land

There is a peace of ice above my hand,
I'm free as wind in sunless land,
See the gladness in your eyes,
who will say anything to lie?
We have no time to say goodbye.

There is a spall of gem in your hand
Enchantress charitable to the end.
We would go to the hell of Diablo
To say He isn't in six six six number.

When you hold me  in your embrace,
Because I'm so joy to see your face

You don't believe what Tristram say
I don't believe in judgment day
But we never leave alive and whole
Exhausted, drop to earth below,
To expect, like fall, for the snow.