I've faced the fathoms in your deep    withstood the suitors quiet siege    pulled down the heavens just to please you    appease you    the wind blows and I know       I can't go on, digging roses from you grave    to linger on, beyond the beyond    where the willows weep    and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me    the coarse tide reflects sky       and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on    with a december black psalm    and the night mare rides on    what i fear is lost here    the wind blows and I know       all you have to do is run away    and steal yourself from me    become a mystery to gaze into    you're so cruel in all you do    but still I believe, I believe in you       so may you come with your own knives    you'll never take me alive    with all the force of what is true    is there nothing I can do?       I can't go on, digging roses from you grave    to linger on, beyond the beyond    where the willows weep    and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me       and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on    with a december black psalm    and the night mare rides on       I've faced the fathoms in your deep    withstood the suitors quiet siege    pulled down the heavens just to please you    to hold the flower I can't keep