Alchemy Sounded Good At The Time

This 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 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...

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

As the dawning sky brings

Forth one forsaken thought

Death can not win for I now

Dwell in the palace of decay

And 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