The Hour Of Death

My God have mercy upon me
In this hour of death
I pray for thee to take my life
Instead of the one I so dearly love
Her face is pale like the ivory
Of the distant realms
And as I hold her hand in mine
I clearly feel it's turning cold
Like marble or snow

Remembering the days of joy
Not so long ago
Those memories just increase grief
As I watch the withering of beauty
How can it be that tomorrow
She's not here and I remain
There has to be some kind of way
We can be together again
Together again

As she fades away

Like statue made of clay

All I wish is to be in grave with her
Slowly transforming back into dirt
Deep under the sacred ground
No one will be able to part us now



Credits
Writer(s): Of Void Earl, Peter Vicar, Albert Death Magister
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