Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black
I drew down the veil, I wanted her back
I am at one with what never lived
draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give...
Shall you try and poison my words
At a summers funeral, I woke to the
Shall you lay my bed with thorns
And clutch at me like you have done to life...?
Shall I be the chief mourner, in your
No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave)
I can no longer hear, silence calling your name
Or the choirs of ruin,
lamemting your pain