This the oldest story in the book... he desires the one thing he cannot have...
my darling queen, I lay myself at your feet and I shall stay the hands of fate
wind cries out, heavens boil above voicing discontent to my sins I have found the way to trick the ferryman I have deceived the ancient Gods
cold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too high I shudder at what I have done each day brings me closer to you, my tragic victory
darling queen I lay at your feet... chills take me as she wakes, throat gasps tainted breath I've reclaimed you my stolen bride can your soul forgive my crimes of passion? I would not close the casket; I'm so consumed by your pain faint screams echo through the night...
cold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too high I shudder at what I have done each day brings me closer to you, my tragic victory
the pains of death can no longer haunt you as the dawning sky brings forth one forsaken thought death can not win for I now dwell in the palace of decay and I shall stay the hands of fate
night descends, sinews twitch my pale queen finally stands to taste silent lips now cursed with her love
cold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too high I shudder at what I have done each day brings me closer to you, my tragic victoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
