Dellamorte, Dellamore lyrics
Song information
Artist: If Hope Dies Album: Siege Equipment For Spiritual Decline
Lyrics
You'd think I wouldn't miss you But your persistent voice cuts through me like glass Memories of not so pleasant times soon to kill me Like well-aimed daggers thrown through well-painted hearts But not this time I will remain myself Without influence And without desire
Take my hand one last time Like a slaughtered lamb laid to rest And follow me to the burial plot On how we were once filled with promise
Let me gaze upon that face one more time To resurrect regret and throw it all away To taste the lips that once invited curiosity But will now be given the chance to kiss the hand of god
Take one last breath Make it deep and make it full And I will make it your last Take one last breath Make it deep and make it full And I will make it your last
I won't be swayed again By your warm breath upon my neck Rather than listen to your voice I'll scream out the last rights of this love
A book of pictures will fuel this fire Old letters of lies will become a pyre I'll be standing where we first met When I cast your ashes into the wind
My heart has become your shallow grave No one to mourn you on this sad day My heart has become your shallow grave No one to mourn you on this sad day My heart has become your shallow grave No one to mourn you on this sad day
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Siege Equipment For Spiritual Decline" album track list
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