My darling Queen,
I lay myself at your feet,
And I shall stay the hands of fate.
Wind cries out,
Heavens boil above voicing discontent to my sins.
I have found the way to trick the ferryman,
I have deceived the ancient Gods.
Cold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too high,
I shudder at what I have done.
Each day brings me closer to you,
My tragic victory.
Darling Queen I lay at your feet...
Chills take me as she wakes,
Throat gasps tainted breath.
I've reclaimed you my stolen bride,
Can your soul forgive my crimes of passion?
I would not close the casket,
I'm so consumed by your pain.
Faint screams echo through the night...
Cold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too high,
I shudder at what I have done.
Each day brings me closer to you,
My tragic victory.
The pains of death can no longer haunt you
As the dawning sky brings forth one forsaken thought,
'Death can not win for I now dwell in the palace of decay,
and I shall stay the hands of fate.'
Night descends,
Sinews twitch,
My pale Queen finally stands to taste
Silent lips now cursed with her love.
Cold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too high,
I shudder at what I have done.
Each day brings me closer to you,
My tragic victory.
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