Suicide And Other Comforts (made famous by Cradle Of Filth)

歌詞

I pace, alone, In a place for the dead Overcome by woe and here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh, sweet Mary Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that band In rivers, like sinners Swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky, the day that laughter died Fell swiftly into night and stayed within Her sight Staring at the knife, oh God, how easy now to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me So farewell to distant thunder Those inept stars I've worshiped under Fall father, their Father Lies in wait in flames below Whilst my love, a blood red flower Calls to me from verdant bowers Graveside, I cry Please save me from this Hell I know A darkened sky, the day that laughter died Fell swiftly into night and stayed within Her sight Staring at the knife, oh God, how easy now to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me An eye for an eye as espied in the bible My faith is lost to the burning of idols One less cross to press upon the survival Of this lorded agony And I (Much as I have tried to bury Her from mind) (Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died) Still sense Her presence so divine Lithe arms about my throat Like pining swans entwined Footfalls at nightfall close to mine Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars See Her face in every natural feature Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever With glee deceiving me Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her Siren song to sing along, no finer Suicide notes, harmonized in a minor Strike a chord with misery No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me Safely from the stormy seas, now drowning, resounding Death knells pound my dreams, unthinkable to dredge through this Listless and lonely winter frieze A darkened sky, this day here after dies Falls swiftly into night and stays within my sight Staring at the knife, oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me No more a victim of crusade Where souls are strung from moral palisades I slit my wrists and quickly slip away I journey now on jeweled sands Beneath a moon to Summer lands To grace Her lips with contraband The blaze once in my veins