I clasp her dying body to bloody mine. The essential nature of her was so fine. With torn garments she lays in my arms. . Womanly graces laid bare, no dignity.
Small, a speck in the wide blue sea. 'Tis the last of all the land. A dweller upon our lonesome isle. The last lonely man. . On weary night, under stars.
Over me. Cover me. Deep inside. The fever sea. . Lame from my. My mother's womb. Born a cripple and sick. Under a red moon. . My hands bleed. Feet red raw.
A cruel sleep 'cross our land, all withered and dying. As they fall, the victims, they're dying a sad death. In our land, we lay down and suffer again.
Come to me, comfort me. Take my hand in your arms. In your eyes, I will be forever yours. . Bring me down to your bed. To your dreams. . Take my life, take everything.
Come to me, comfort me. Take my hand in your arms. In your eyes, I will be forever yours. . Bring me down to your bed. To your dreams. . Take my life, take everything.
Enter the ghost lake. The waters whisper. Of something brooding. No way out of here. . Slow smoldering. Slow smoldering heat. Lapping at your skin. Pulling you down again.