Alchemy Sounded Good at the Time

'Twas the oldest story in the book, He desires the one thing he cannot have My darling queen, I lay myself at your feet And I shall stay the hands of fate Wind cries out, heavens boil above Voicing discontent to my sins I have found the way to trick the ferryman I have deceived the ancient gods Cold flesh lends to me Its secrets for a price too high I shudder at what I have done Each day brings me closer to you, My tragic victory Darling queen I lay at your feet... Chills take me as she wakes, Throat gasps tainted breath I've reclaimed you my stolen bride Can your soul forgive my crimes of pa*sion? I would not close the casket; I'm so consumed by your pain Faint screams echo through the night... Cold flesh lends to me Its secrets for a price too high I shudder at what I have done Each day brings me closer to you, My tragic victory The pains of death can No longer haunt you As the dawning sky brings Forth one forsaken thought Death can not win for I now Dwell in the palace of decay And I shall stay the hands of fate Night descends, sinews twitch My pale queen finally stands To taste silent lips Now cursed with her love Cold flesh lends to me Its secrets for a price too high I shudder at what I have done Each day brings me closer to you, My tragic victory