Stay away from the future, but do not live in the past  The concept of never being is the false truth that speaks its mind  Do I control your visions, those that create your dreams?  Enshrouded by twilight mists, the lust of the final graven kiss    Just like ashes to ash, your flesh will be touched once again, a kiss by the wreath    The soil separates you from me, but our love is soon to return  As sure as the sun brings the dawn, and the meadows blood from the earth  Just like the first time you kissed me, and the blood rained forth from the sky  The crimson tears of heaven drain deep into me    The fallen leaves that hide your face, the erotic sensation of dead embrace  The taste of your cold sweet tongue, we have yet to finish what I begun    Kiss by the wreath, cold heat as our flesh meets