"night air"

The cold night air
  added to my bitter feelings

The westerly wind blew chill
  cutting deep into my bare flesh

You think yourself cool in your hiding...

I can see you
You can never hide
  far or deep enough from me,
  for I am you

      Your breath flows through my lungs
      Your heart beats wildly inside me
       I know your thoughts, your dreams
       and all your hate

Oh, the wryly moors are our home
  we live free and careless upon them

You were grim and hard
  never forgetting our empty vows
I broke them, but for you
  And, killed us in the doing

The darkness gives up its dead
  wrapping us in tangled webs of despair...

Yes, my love, the night air is very cold.