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- BENEATH OUR HAUNTED MOON -
From graveyards to nurseries
The time has come to pay the dues
For all the crimes
And all the times
I've loved you fiercely
Been to Hell on so many chances
It offers no sense of damnation
Without you to suffer beside me
Heaven seems beyond the precipice
Won't you come home
And lay a rose on my tomb?
I am waiting
Beneath our haunted moon
All the dead leaves
Stir under the winter breeze
And nothing else
But you will set my black heart to ease
Betrayal is like a splintered stake
Piercing the breast of forsaken love
The crimson geyser spraying the wall
Becomes a masterpiece of anguish
From mountains to shrouded moors
Our banners, long since forgotten
In all the nights
Our feeble light
Flickers in the torch
Won't you come home
And lay a rose on my tomb?
I am waiting
Beneath our haunted moon
All the dead leaves
Stir under the winter breeze
And nothing else
But you will set my black heart to ease
No prayers or trinkets
Of gold or obsidian
Can replace the hunting
Amidst the midnight hour
This shroud is immortal
Tightening the cadaver
Leave behind rosaries
Far beyond the gates
They are not welcome here
Won't you come home
And lay a rose on my tomb?
I am waiting
Beneath our haunted moon
All the dead leaves
Stir under the winter breeze
And nothing else
But you will set my black heart to ease
(c) 2017 Frank Green
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