Cracks in the bones, open wounds on the flesh Spiders and the leeches, all is veiled in red
Rotten by flame and drunk on pain, You know it doesn't beat, but still it breaks
In my heart you're worm Digging deep inside the soul And our love is built on pain By this torment we've been laid Six feet under the ground And this suffering makes my heart still beat..still beat..still beat..still beat...
Cracks in the bones, open wounds on the flesh Spiders and the leeches, all is veiled in red
I will burn in flames tonight Ignite the past and scatter the ashes There's nothing left to take
A midnight breeze of chilled unease, when we began amiss The haunting scent of Autumn makes a scornful heart resist. A longing bliss in carnal stints of thighs gracing betwixt your hips. The harvest moon drapes aloft these graven, tattered crypts.
Death came to rise and casted shadow on me She slowly died and dressed herself in debris They built a coffin for two and laid ourselves for the rest But on this graveyard still flies a sound of dead hearts that still beat.