| Now the funeral grounds
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| Are at last awash
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| With the blackness
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| Of this frigid autumn night
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| I’ve lurked into the graveyard
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| With pick and spade in tow
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| This night shall birth forth our reckoning
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| Hell’s jaws now open wide
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| A stare to pierce six-feet of soil
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| A love beyond this mortal coil
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| As though you’ve never left my side
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| I hold your stiffened body so close to me
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| For years I’ve lived in dreams
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| Awake I felt as dead
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| As my cold and bloodless bride to be
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| I can barely suppress my elation
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| My blood is racing as I strike the lid
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| A quick pry of the casket
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| Reveals her body paralyzed
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| So long I’ve waited for this moment
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| To trust my fingers deep inside
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| Now you will live
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| This song of the deceased
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| The ones whose souls
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| Will never rest in peace
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| The throes of necromantic lust
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| Infect my mind
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| Cries of my precious frozen angel
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| Beckon from inside
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| I feel alive
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| For once I’m feeling so alive
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| My skin is crawling, I’m completed
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| On this resurrection night
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| This night reveals a morbid truth
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| Loves bounds post mortally removed
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| As though you’ve never left my side
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| I hold your stiffened body so close to me
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| For years I’ve lived in dreams
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| Awake I felt as dead
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| My cold and bloodless bride to be
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| In rapture my mind is lured by my own knife
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| To join this fragile being asleep below
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| The reflection of a razor
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| Reveals the moon so perfectly
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| Along my impatient veins
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| Its steel does graze
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| With the kiss of suicide
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| I feel no pain
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| As lay with my lover and bride
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| The silk lining now stained with my offering
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| I embrace the end of my now worthless life |