Unquiet Grave Songtext

von The Ghost Of Lemora

I wait beside your tattered stone
I wait for you to rise, all this time alone
The trees we used to walk through
The sun on your fair skin,
Skin that is now old and withered
Decaying skin

And the cold embrace of death waits
I know I keep an unquiet grave

I still crave your body once more
As we did in the warm soft rain across those ragged moors
I know my time, just lingers on
If you can fear my now you know that I won't be long

To kiss your frail and fiendish face
You know I keep an unquiet grave

And the cold embrace of death awaits
You know I keep an unquiet grave
To kiss your frail and fiendish face
I will wait in this dark place
You skin is now autumnal leaf
My tears of shame trickle down the wreath
Your touch is cold as morning frost
I can't belive my love is lost
'cos your dead