Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black

I drew down the veil, I wanted her back

I am at one with what never lived

I'll 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 light

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 procession

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