Crown my head with roses dead
Cover me with sorrow
Pale, my face, as death's embrace
Draped in veils of mourning

Fragrant seas of memories
Aching bittersweet
Paint the night in oceans of white
And clothe the sky with tears

Holy water, salt-kissed skin
Holy water, streaks the porcelain
Holy water, silver stain
Holy water, soul's acid rain

Empty eyes enshadowed with lies
He wears his skin like a shroud
Paper thin and hollow within
Lifeless though he lives

Pearls of sadness softly fall
In this graveyard still and silent all
Hope and love lie cold and dead
Holy water christens my black head