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The hour approaches to lay waste to the heir of the throne

Looking down upon the dark grove

Where silence does weep upon the ears of the sadist

From whom you deny the nails through your palms

From whom you deny these rusted nails

Upon my grave lay me down beneath the golden sunset

blood pouring beneath your fingertips

beneath the silver gleam

I weep in the saddest hour

Crawl from my casket beneath

Petals like feathers fall

Upon the headstones

A realization animates

The pictures mean nothing

Your memories forgotten

when you're six feet under

Pushing dasies

And feeding roses

Upon my grave lay me down beneath the golden sunset

blood pouring beneath your fingertips

beneath the silver gleam

I weep in the saddest hour

Crawl from my casket beneath

Dirtcaked fingernails bleeding from the quick...

The sand brings comfort beneath my fingertips

Claw to salvation

The Gravesite pre prepared

On the tide of this beach

Lay me down

In this saddest hour we weep

In this saddest hour, we weep.