Suicide and Other Comforts Cradle of Filth

I pace, alone
In a place for the dead overcome by woe
And here, I've grown
So fond of dread that I swear it's heaven

Oh sweet Mary, dressed in gray
Roll back the stone

With these words scrawled in a severed hand
Tears fall like shards of glass that bend
In rivers, like sinners
Swept with me to join the damned

A darkened sky, the day that laughter died
Fell swiftly into night and stayed within Her sight
Staring at the knife, oh God, how easy now
To sacrifice my life to have Her with me

So farewell to distant thunder
Those inept stars I've worshipped under
Fall farther, their Father
Lies in wait in flames below
Whilst my love, a blood red flower
Calls to me from verdant bowers
Graveside, I cry
Please save me from this Hell I know