My God have mercy upon me in this Hour of Death
I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one I so dearly love
Her face is pale like the ivory of the distant realms
And as I hold her hand in mine, I clearly feel it's turning cold
Like marble or snow

Remembering the days of joy, not so long ago
Those memories just increase grief as I watch the withering of beauty
How can it be that tomorrow she's not here and I remain
There has to be some kind of way we can be together again
Together again

As she fades away
Like statue made of clay

All I wish is to be in grave with her
Slowly transforming back into dirt
Deep under the sacred ground
No one will be able to part us now


Lyrics submitted by LaDiablo

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