I pace, alone In a place for the dead Overcome by woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven
Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that band In rivers, like sinners Swept with me to join the damned
A darkened sky The day that laughter died Fell swiftly into night And stayed within Her sight Staring at the knife Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice My life, to have Her with me
So farewell to distant thunder Those inept stars I've worshipped under Fall father, their Father Lies in wait in flames below Whilst my love, a blood red flower Calls to me from verdant bowers
Graveside, I cry Please save me from this Hell I know
A darkened sky The day that laughter died Fell swiftly into night And stayed within Her sight Staring at the knife Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me
An eye for an eye as espied in the bible My faith is lost to the burning of idols One less cross to press upon the survival Of this lorded agony
And I, (much as I have tried To bury Her from mind, Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...) Still sense Her presence so divine Lithe arms about my throat Like pining swans entwined Footfalls at nightfall close to mine
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars See Her face in every natural feature Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever... With glee deceiving me
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her Sirensong to sing along, no finer Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor Strike a chord with misery
No light nor reef No unsinkable of romance keeps me Safely from the stormy seas Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams Unthinkable to dredge through this Listless and lonely winter frieze
A darken sky This day hereafter dies Falls swiftly into night And stays within my sight Staring at the knife Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me
No more a victime of crusade Where souls are strung from moral palissades I slit my wrists and quickly slip away... I journey now on Summerlands To grace Her lips with contraband The blaze once in my veinsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
