Alesana

[spoken:]
this 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 ferryman
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...