In The Frost
He cut his sorrow from the flesh and banned it
From his love, she said, "I hope that it kills you"
He said he'd give her answers when his blood
Dripped to the ground, and from the kill he knew he'd need to
And the wind it didn't dim to the fire overhead
And the world is still mourning from your loss
Your love, she's speaking empties
To the death parade in the frost, in the frost
"So please bury him deep, keep that man from me
In the rubble and the soil, he holds the key to all my toil
Until the day I can no longer hide
And I lay down by his side, by his side"
The rain it chokes the mourners as they pray for a stray tear
Down comes the storm drowning his old faithfuls
And they sing a thousand songs from the depths of
Bloody hell to take his soul from their hand fulls
Her heart it skips a beat as her senses take its leave
And the world turns so slowly to a creep
And the faithful kiss their crosses
But their hate still spreads the disease, the disease, the disease
"So please bury him deep, keep that man from me
In the rubble and the soil, he holds the key to all my toil
Until the day I can no longer hide
And I lay down by his side, and I lay down by his side
And I lay down by his side, by his side"
"So go soft into the night, far beyond your fear and fright
And I lay here before you, this is what you need to do
So go soft into the night, far beyond your fear, your fear and fright
And I lay here before you, this is what you need to do"
From his love, she said, "I hope that it kills you"
He said he'd give her answers when his blood
Dripped to the ground, and from the kill he knew he'd need to
And the wind it didn't dim to the fire overhead
And the world is still mourning from your loss
Your love, she's speaking empties
To the death parade in the frost, in the frost
"So please bury him deep, keep that man from me
In the rubble and the soil, he holds the key to all my toil
Until the day I can no longer hide
And I lay down by his side, by his side"
The rain it chokes the mourners as they pray for a stray tear
Down comes the storm drowning his old faithfuls
And they sing a thousand songs from the depths of
Bloody hell to take his soul from their hand fulls
Her heart it skips a beat as her senses take its leave
And the world turns so slowly to a creep
And the faithful kiss their crosses
But their hate still spreads the disease, the disease, the disease
"So please bury him deep, keep that man from me
In the rubble and the soil, he holds the key to all my toil
Until the day I can no longer hide
And I lay down by his side, and I lay down by his side
And I lay down by his side, by his side"
"So go soft into the night, far beyond your fear and fright
And I lay here before you, this is what you need to do
So go soft into the night, far beyond your fear, your fear and fright
And I lay here before you, this is what you need to do"
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Thomas Long
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