I've faced the fathoms in your deep
I can't go on, digging roses from you grave
and the night mare rides on
all you have to do is run away
so may you come with your own knives
I can't go on, digging roses from you grave
and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
I've faced the fathoms in your deep
withstood the suitors quiet siege
pulled down the heavens just to please you
appease you
the wind blows and I know
to linger on, beyond the beyond
where the willows weep
and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me
the coarse tide reflects sky
with a december black psalm
and the night mare rides on
what i fear is lost here
the wind blows and I know
and steal yourself from me
become a mystery to gaze into
you're so cruel in all you do
but still I believe, I believe in you
you'll never take me alive
with all the force of what is true
is there nothing I can do?
to linger on, beyond the beyond
where the willows weep
and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me
with a december black psalm
and the night mare rides on
withstood the suitors quiet siege
pulled down the heavens just to please you
to hold the flower I can't keep