Stay away from the future, but do not live in the past

The concept of never being is the false truth that speaks its mind

Do I control your visions, those that create your dreams?

Enshrouded by twilight mists, the lust of the final graven kiss



Just like ashes to ash, your flesh will be touched once again, a kiss by the 

wreath



The soil separates you from me, but our love is soon to return

As sure as the sun brings the dawn, and the meadows blood from the earth

Just like the first time you kissed me, and the blood rained forth from the 

sky

The crimson tears of heaven drain deep into me



The fallen leaves that hide your face, the erotic sensation of dead embrace

The taste of your cold sweet tongue, we have yet to finish what I begun



Kiss by the wreath, cold heat as our flesh meets