dead of night  the last remaining light  dies hollow before me    am i dead and gone  or will the hand of dawn   wake me from this reverie    sewn without seam  thy darkest dream  the truth is really  just the mystery    in pitch black  falling forward back  i met death my bride to be    in blank space  of this world erased  her eyes shown like galaxies    sewn without seam  thy darkest dream  the truth is really  just the mystery    weightless  through this black abyss  she leads me to the sea    with each kiss   deeper than a tryst  she gives her love to me    sewn without seam  thy darkest dream  the truth is really  just the mystery    shall in hell i rise  or in paradise  born again or ceased to be    as the black tide  folds us both inside  death my bride sings unto me    until you dream  the darkest dream  the truth is really  just the mystery