In the dead of your eyes
We will hold each other tight
In the graveyard, at night, as we die

All alone in the cold
Where no one else will go
We will sing of a life less defined

And any thoughts of preservation
Are left there to bleed
Torn asunder from creation
Nothing left but our deeds

In the dead of your eyes
We will hold each other tight
In the graveyard
At night, as we die

As we die