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At the Edge of Night

On one evening of cold winter
�Neath the hunter�s moon
A house of sinners
Was a spark of love eternal
Faithless eidolons
Remain infernal

Those watching from gothic estates
Wrought iron and pale Luna eyes
Opiates and poisoned absinthe
The moaning and the cries

She spoke to me
Under the razor�s edge
Of which she grieve
Of words that were said
Cruel and unjust
With the nightshade�s scent
Glazed on the frost
For angels heaven-sent

On the edge of the night
Her song led to me to
The cemetery

�I await you
In the churning waters of ice
For I am so sad and alone
To feel your hand
Warming my flesh that�s been so long cold
And calm me with your caress�

I was alive but now I am dead
When you ripped out my heart
I will find you and hold you again
Not even Hell can tear us apart

Memories cut sharp and rusted
�Neath the mourning moon
Edge keen and crusted
Vows made under the shining stars
In splashed lover�s blood
Burning for all to see

Emerging thoughts of sacrifice
Under the creeping canopy
Converse with the dead on that night
Under whispering trees

And we witnessed
Phantasmagorias
Spirits dancing
Wicked euphoria
Candles amassed
Like funeral pyres
Burn to the last
Her death watch fire

Here at the edge of the night
Her song led me to
Her resting place

�I await you
In the churning waters of ice
For I am so sad and alone
To feel your hand
Warming my flesh that�s been so long cold
And calm me with your caress�

I was alive but now I am dead
When you ripped out my heart
I will find you and hold you again
Not even Hell can tear us apart

Cold waters churn
Beneath the solid sheet
I can see her face
Calm and lovely
In death

�I await you
In the churning waters of ice
For I am so sad and alone
To feel your hand
Warming my flesh that�s been so long cold
And calm me with your caress�

I was afraid but now I am here
Since years of loneliness
Will you find me and hold me again?
Not even time can tear us apart