Oh silent moving chill

It's looking bleak

You're not mine to touch and

I dare not speak

I need your presence

Be you dead or alive

My misery demands

Your company to survive

The living, breathing corpse

Whose shadow rightly

Before me walks



Only in your eyes lies your soul

And only in your arms am I whole

So damn your father for loving your mother

I curse him

For now I want no other



The living, breathing corpse

Whose shadow rightly

Before me walks

Master of the round walls

Still my heart

It only makes my dreams fall apart

Trap me in your courtyard

Of broken stone

Oh it's cold and grey but

I'll not be alone

The living, breathing corpse

Whose shadow rightly

Before me walks

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