• Category: Heavy metal/Screamo

    This the oldest story in the book... he desires the one thing he cannot have...

    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 haven't and will not deceive the ancient God

    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
    Tis 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