When darkness falls the dead shall rise

To resurrect thy reason,

Then they shall pray for one more day

To flower out-of-season.



O rasie me from my watry graves,

This vale of tears illusion,

With one more kiss,

O earthly bliss

Of thy sweet blood infusion!



So, sacred to the memory

Of hearts entwined in flight,

And true shall we forever be,

Till death do us unite.