Cold light, The moon warms her
Dark sky, The trees sing their song of calling
Her moans ignites the night air
Cold tears land to the ground
Like trees in fall

A soft wind rustles motley colored leaves
Among the paths in this yard of graves
Setting sun, the cold rolls into this place
Her pale company outlined in silk and lace

Please forgive me for dying on you
I didn't want to leave you alone
But I'm right here right below you,
Even though my body is cold
Till death we're wed, she and I said
But her tears land on my head, for I'm already dead

She lights the candelabra
And walks down the unlit stairway
To a tomb, the crypt down below,
Where my cold body awaits
In the shadows, the absence of torchlight,
She feels my darkness pulling her body down
Caress dank walls to find the way
The pungent odor of burial ground
She sees my coffin
The very same one that I was buried in
Removing the funeral shroud,
All black and worn,
She touches my long dead skin

Her dark hair flows down the firm of her back
Her red lips shudder behind a vale of black
Eternal love she refuses to let leave
My cold in her warm rocking over me

Tears of love, moans of sorrow