Woorden:
Love Lies Bleeding Behold My Vain Sacrifice

your arms, be my poison, and help me reach the deges of time Rise winds as I stand for the last time before you Carry my soul, fly with my words To the

my insouciance in the garden of grief My contrite eyes have no more tears and my blood wishes it could run free Funeral lamentations come to my ears... My

The scythe has cut the roots of my tortured mind. I fall irresistibly toward my destiny. Her outstreched hand getting out the abyss grips my flesh and my