• To the Girl That Stained My Heart Black
    Snow fell on my life
    From a frozen galaxy.
    It was carried on a moonbeam
    And sent to cover me.

    I knelt alone
    In a deep, vaulted cell
    And heard above me in the distance
    Your glorious death knell.

    I once found peace
    In your open arms,
    But, my pale enchantress,
    By death you were harmed.

    It was many nights ago
    That you were stolen from me.
    Ever since I've been weeping
    On my bent knees.

    You were dressed in autumn leaves
    And laid in a broken, velvet-lined coffin.
    I kissed your still lips.
    Such cold I have never forgotten.

    I held dead flowers
    In your darkened tomb
    And carved your story
    Into the catacomb walls deep in the Earth's womb.

    And all the flowers placed
    In your warm and darkened grave
    Have long ago bowed their heads,
    For even their beauty could not be saved.

    I cried to the moon
    When she was strong and shining bright,
    But the moonlight surrendered,
    And my tattered heart trembled with fright.

    A fire burned,
    But I was still cold,
    For my only comfort
    Was found in my own growing sorrow.

    My withered heart benighted,
    I sought solace in the dark.
    Could no one understand
    The sorrow of my heart?

    Now alone I pursue thee
    In everlasting darkness.
    In this, my saddest hour,
    My soul still cries with sickness.

    For the sun won't rise,
    And my tears won't dry,
    And you're all I see
    When I close my weary eyes.