[spoken:]

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 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