I've faced the fathoms in your deep

withstood the suitors quiet siege

pulled down the heavens just to please you

appease you

the wind blows and I know



I can't go on, digging roses from you grave

to linger on, beyond the beyond

where the willows weep

and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me

the coarse tide reflects sky



and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on

with a december black psalm

and the night mare rides on

what i fear is lost here

the wind blows and I know



all you have to do is run away

and steal yourself from me

become a mystery to gaze into

you're so cruel in all you do

but still I believe, I believe in you



so may you come with your own knives

you'll never take me alive

with all the force of what is true

is there nothing I can do?



I can't go on, digging roses from you grave

to linger on, beyond the beyond

where the willows weep

and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me



and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on

with a december black psalma

nd the night mare rides on



I've faced the fathoms in your deep

withstood the suitors quiet siege

pulled down the heavens just to please you

to hold the flower I can't keep