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It is the oldest story in the book, he desires the one thing he cannot have.

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 ferrymen
I have deceived the ancient Gods

Cold flesh lends to me its secrets
Each day brings me closer to you
For a price too high
My tragic victory
I shudder at what I have done

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
Each day brings me closer to you
For a price too high
My tragic victory
I shudder at what I have done

The pains of death can no longer haunt you (Forsaken thought)
As the dawning sky brings forth one (Forsaken thought)
Death can not win for I now dwell in the palace of decay
(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
Each day brings me closer to you
For a price too high
My tragic victory

Cold flesh lends to me its secrets
Each day brings me closer to you
For a price too high
My tragic victory
I shudder at what I have done