Il testo della The hour of death

My god have mercy upon me in this hour of death
I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one i so dearly love
Her face is pale like the ivory of the distant realms
And as i hold her hand in mine, i clearly feel it's turning cold
Like marble or snow

Remembering the days of joy, not so long ago
Those memories just increase grief as i watch the withering of beauty
How can it be that tomorrow she's not here and i remain
There has to be some kind of way we can be together again
Together again

As she fades away
Like statue made of clay

All i wish is to be in grave with her
Slowly transforming back into dirt
Deep under the sacred ground
Noone will be able to part us now