O' [bad word] close thy eyes, and grant thee your eternal kiss
Your sweet embrace, is the bitter warmth I seek
O' [bad word] close thy hands, O'er this lifeless flower
Let the petals fall, upon memories now adorned

I shall lay her down upon the shores of our love
Awash in the pale light of the night's sky
The winds that carried her laugh and stole away her cries
Shall be with thee that morning that eternal dawn
The beauty was hers to enjoy yet not to give away
Like winter's sad dance upon rose's scant life
With frost [bad word] tears upon thy blood stained hands
I saw her soul drift away, never to hold again

I shall never forgive the gods for the misery they gave her to thee
For the pain of her death has destroyed the joy of life and love
I shall never again behold her grace nor her divinity upon thy eyes
Like grains of black sand falling through thy desperate grasp
I have mourned her grievous loss draped in a gray veil of deceit
Distant memories entwine thy hatred for the loneliness of life

I would give this dark gift away for one more moment in her arms
I would cast away this sullen husk to kiss her lips once more, once
more...
I yearn to feel the sun's warmth once again upon thy face
I begat this daystar to steal away these piercing days

Only in the rapture of the sun shall I find thy happiness
The years wear thin the pride and there is no more joy to find in life

The poppied sleep is what I dream of these last hours
In meadows of ebony flowers swaying in the wind Life is there, in the
raven sky
Bliss is found in the rolling clouds that mock thee (for they are free)
Bliss is found in the starlight that beckons thee (for life shines no more)
There is no fear, only adoration

Your rivers and your streams have grown
To fill the seas with mournful tears
Of thy heart and thy pain shall rain down
To fill the seas once more
Your gown and your crest of black
Is the tempest of which I seek, Bestow to thee the eyes to see
The glory of thy days first dawn

Thy ancient passion breeds the fear you lust in man
I have [bad word] unto thee what no man may dare
The [bad word] is wine, yet it is poison
The bough's are many yet they are weak and brittle
They are delicate ashes waiting for a gentle wind
The wine is mud, and the dreams are dead

Your rivers and your streams have grown
To fill the oceans deep with blood
Of thy breast doth scarlet rains drown
To fill the oceans once more

Grief is lost to these memories I have adorned
Ornate decorations of life forgotten in the march of time
They shall perish with the sun, fading
For this, I shall not fear you when your hallowed gaze is cast
I await our dance in the twilight with each lifeless breath
Erotic and passionate death, absolve thee

O [bad word] close thy eyes and steal away the night
The flower has died and [bad word] to dust
O [bad word] close thy hands to this empty void
The blood has dried and the passion has gone

I shall follow the night's descent beyond the mountains glare
And await the day's arrival, slowly finding thee
To admire the beauty of the dawn is to greet the eternal sleep
Yet with open arms I concede this loss, yet gain
Farewell to life and love and farewell to the pain
Sorrow will not find thee again, I am beyond its' call
The mourning's calm is upon thee, the caress is warm like lust
There is no pain in the burning, yet I know death is here