Reverend Bizarre - The Hour Of Death Lyrics
My God have mercy upon me in this Hour of DeathI pray for thee to take my life instead of the one I so dearly loveHer face is pale like the ivory of the distant realmsAnd as I hold her hand in mine, I clearly feel it's turning coldLike marble or snowRemembering the days of joy, not so long agoThose memories just increase grief as I watch the withering of beautyHow can it be that tomorrow she's not here and I remainThere has to be some kind of way we can be together againTogether againAs she fades awayLike statue made of clayAll I wish is to be in grave with herSlowly transforming back into dirtDeep under the sacred groundNoone will be able to part us now