Come forward thou lovliest When time is still to come Let the sun warm your face Illness has burned it's mark
I'm crucified with burden
Oh you my gemini soul Father, her flesh is to tired Longing for rest, sleep eternally, sleep Sitting with ebony tears
Lost as I am far beyond the dawn So cold within pain on this endless path So weak I became after all these years Silence surrounds me on a trail of sadness
Writing poems of her memory so blessed Mourner is so deep, in black I'm dressed In holy ground she can be found Bones to earth and dust to dust
She passed away to young, too soon I've gone mad, so bad I talk to the moon Soon she will be In rigor mortis