Lyrics:

[spoken:]This the oldest story in the book... he desires the one thing he cannot have...my darling queen, I lay myse
lf at your feetand I shall stay the hands of fatewind cries out, heavens boil above voicing discontent to my sinsI have fou
nd the way to trick the ferrymanI have deceived the ancient Godscold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too highI sh
udder at what I have doneeach day brings me closer to you, my tragic victorydarling queen I lay at your feet...chills take
me as she wakes, throat gasps tainted breathI've reclaimed you my stolen bridecan your soul forgive my crimes of passion?I w
ould not close the casket; I'm so consumed by your painfaint screams echo through the night...cold flesh lends to me its sec
rets for a price too highI shudder at what I have doneeach day brings me closer to you, my tragic victorythe pains of deat
h can no longer haunt you as the dawning sky brings forth one forsaken thoughtdeath can not win for I now dwell in the palace
of decayand I shall stay the hands of fatenight descends, sinews twitchmy pale queen finally stands to taste silent lips n
ow cursed with her lovecold flesh lends to me its secrets for a price too highI shudder at what I have doneeach day brings
me closer to you, my tragic victory