Ov Sin And Seance

As I count the years of her passing
And dream of the times to come
I see demons and angels dancing
In the light of the winter sun.

I lay in her chambers grieving
And ruminate the days of old
For now my darling is sleeping
And her body lies rotten and cold.

From the depths of the darkest sea
Beyond her eternal slumber
I know she's calling me.

I see it
I feel it
I hear her calling unto me
And through this tragic winter
Her heart of sin shall set me free.

When the flames engulfed her flesh
She awaited he
r fate and grinned
The world was drowned in spectral darkness
As her screams tore through the wind.

'Beware those of Nazarene'
Her blistering lips now cried
'As I burn I promise you this
My soul shall rise once I have died'.

She whispers from the grave
Lost in this sacred seance
For her life I couldn't save.