I Pace, Alone In A Place For The Dead Overcome
By Woe And Here, I've Grown So Fond Of Dread That
I Swear It's Heaven Oh Sweet Mary, Dressed In Grief Roll
Back The Stone With These Words Scrawled In A
Severed Hand Tears Fall Like Shards Of Glass That
Band In Rivers, Like Sinners Swept With Me To Join
The Damned A Darkened Sky The Day That Laughter Died Fell
Swiftly Into Night And Stayed Within Her Sight Staring At
The Knife Oh God, How Easy Now To Sacrifice My
Life, To Have Her With Me So Farewell To
Distant Thunder Those Inept Stars I've Worshipped Under Fall Farther,
Their Father Lies In Wait In Flames Below Whilst My
Love, A Blood Red Flower Calls To Me From
Verdant Bowers Graveside, I Cry Please Save Me From This
Hell I Know A Darkened Sky The Day That Laughter
Died Fell Swiftly Into Night And'stayed Within Her Sight Staring At
The Knife Oh God. How Easy Now To
Sacrifice My Life, To Have Her With Me An Eye
For An Eye As Espied In The Bible My
Faith Is Lost To The Burning Of Idols One
Less Cross To Press Upon The Survivai Of This
Lorded Agony And I (Much As I Have Tried To
Bury Her From Mind Fate's Tourniquet Was Tied, When
She Died...) Still Sense Her Presence So Divine Lithe Arms
About My Throat Like Pining Swans Entwined Footfalls At Nightfall
Close To Mine Suicide Is A Tried And Tested
Formula For Release I Snatch Her Whisper Like The
Wind Through Cedars See Her Face In Every Natural
Feature Midst The Mist And Sleepy Hollows Of Fever... With
Glee Deceiving Me Suicide Is A Tried And Tested
Formula For Release I Hear Her Voice From Where
The Grave Defies Her Sirensong To Sing Along, No
Finer Suicide Notes, Harmonised In A Minor Strike A Chord
With Misery No Light Nor Reef No Unsinkablc Of Romance
Keeps Me Safely From The Stormy Seas Now Drowning, Resounding Death-Knells
Pound My Dreams Unthinkable To Dredge Through This Listless And
Lonely Winter Frieze A Darkened Sky This Day Hereafter Dies Falls
Swiftly Into Night And Stays Within My Sight Staring At
The Knife Oh God, What Ease It Was To
Sacrifice My Life, To Have Her With Me No More
A Victim Of Crusade Where Souls Are Strung From
Moral Palisades I Slit My Wrists And Quickly Slip
Away... I Journey Now On Jewelled Sands Beneath A Moon
To Summerlands To Grace Her Lips With Contraband The Blaze
Once In My Veins
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