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