Better left Undead
In the ice or in the wind
Every action the same.


Bridging the distance
Just to lose my self-control

My reason for living,
You may be gone, but I can't let go.


Some Days are better left alone.
There comes a time in everybody's life
When we must come to realize

That there are things that we cannot survive.
In the blackest moment of despair
I can feel her touch

From beyond the veil of nightmares
A voice tells of forbidden love.


Bridging the distance
Just to lose my self-control
My reason for living

You may be gone, but I can't let go.

You may be gone

But I can't let go
Lost in the past
Lost in my mind

Night falls deep into my soul
And I know
The darkness of the whole

The wind stirs in the distance
The grass moves at my feet
Hollow eyes and skin as pale as a porcelain doll


All that I can see
Transcendent horror

This beautiful nightmare
Her terrible visage
Her laugh cuts the air

The dirt on her clothes
I'm keenly aware
From the depths she arose

This ghastly affair
I won't give her up again
Humanity lost in a whirlwind of passion.

I won't give her up again.
Forever damned from the weight of my actions
Some things are better left alone

Some things are better left undead