A day without a word from her,
is like laying in your grave.
Every minute you lay wordless,
the dirt pours in.
As the dirt takes you blind,
she comes into veiw.
Dead heart gives a pulse,
cold lips warm to the touch.
Hand in hand she pulls you up,
death leaves for love.
Surrounded by stone in earth,
bodies in roots.
A kiss from angel to me as hands rise from under.
Crimson tears i cry as crimson becomes my face,
as fast becomes my heart.
Beautifull as death she smiles without pain,
as they walk from the boneyard to earth,
both undead,
both immortal,
both with love to never die.