Run away.
And hope that I dont find you,
a memory, of whats not done.
Mother.
She was so fond of me.
My wondering was, nothing more...
Than childish dreams.
Set me free, with the hand of death, doom spells naught but opportunity.
Breathe with me on the silent moonless nights while I wait for "Him" to arrive.
Become on of us, we proud undead.
And chant in the morning sun.
We know you want to run.
We fear not the coming of your lord, for one day...
we shall say why to the...
Cunning Horsemen.
Set me free, with the hand of death, doom spells naught but opportunity.
Breathe with me on the silent moonless nights while I wait for "Him" to arrive
I was lost when you were young.
A nightmare for the nights so long.
I wish you, a dreamless sleep.
Forget me.
Forget...me.
Take my hand whenever you wake, I'll be waiting here beside your bed.
A phantom in the night I am, but believe me, I wish you happiness.
Make me, want life, so I can despair.
Things wanted taste so sweet if they're never attained.
So sweet the pain.
Were I to fall...
Into infinity...
I think I'd find it sound...
To say I've yet to be found.
Goodnight Goodnight, mercy in Death's sleep.
