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i've faced the fathoms in your deep

withstood the suitors quiet seige

pulled down the heavens just to please you

appease you

the wind blows

and i know



i can't go on

digging roses from your grave

to linger on

beyond the beyond

where the willows weep

and the whirlpools sleep

you'll find me



the coarse tide

reflects sky



and the nightmare rides on

and the nightmare rides on

with a december black psalm

and the nightmare rides on



what i fear

is lost here

the wind blows

and i know



all you have to do

is run away

and steal yourself from me

become a mystery

to gaze into

you're so cruel

in all you do

but still i believe

i believe you



so may you come with your own knives

you'll never take me alive

with all the force of what is true

is there nothing i can do



i can't go on

digging roses from your grave

to linger on

beyond the beyond

where the willows weep

and the whirlpools sleep

you'll find me



and the nightmare rides on

and the nightmare rides on

with a december black psalm

and the night mare rides on



i've faced the fathoms in your deep

withstood the suitors quiet seige

pulled down the heavens just to please you

to hold the flower i can't keep