• You've got my hands all tied in knots...
    And with this torch I would warm your frozen skin.
    And into the night we could dance.
    With the others that would decay, and rot.

    The bite was as sick as the darkest sin,
    the one that binds you in eternal rest, the touch of death upon you,
    But I would bring you back o'er the River Styx,
    And bring the life back to your dying skin!

    I want your living corpse, here with me!
    And with you back to life, I can sleep, again.
    You are the truth that death is not the final call,
    But an ending fall,
    one that which you can revive from!

    And here, by the ferryman I waited. And you arrived, my living dead,
    My truth.

    Silence is broken by the crows,
    that weep in the homecoming of your crawling skull!
    The spirits that would call to pull you back in,
    and death is no boundary of mine, don't you know!

    I want your living corpse, here with me!
    And with you back to life, I can sleep, again.
    You are the truth that death is not the final call,
    But an ending fall,
    one that which you can revive from!

    And here, by the ferryman I waited. And you arrived, my living dead,
    My truth.

    If Hades were to come back, and take you away,
    I'd scream my lungs breathless and insane,
    and I'd bleed from my throat, and cross that river again...
    Here me, Hades, I will not be fooled that way!

    I want your living corpse, here with me!
    And with you back to life, I can sleep, again.
    You are the truth that death is not the final call,
    But an ending fall,
    one that which you can revive from!

    And here, by the ferryman I waited. And you arrived, my living dead,
    My truth.