Cold, Cold Grave (lyrics)

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Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid

We'll sleep until dusk wakes our souls
Under the longing light of Luna's love
Wearing night's forbidden veil of darkness
So let go of fruitless fears my darling
The stars in the evening sky will guide us
As we wander freely in the darkling hour

Inbetween the cold earth and silent moon
Where the dark and light intertwine
Birthing immortality into our pagan souls

Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid

We'll bathe in love's blissful moonlight
That transforms water into crimson wine
Above intoxicated souls sweetly singing
Below the waxing moon throwing shadows
Over silver stars hanging in Her silkened sky
Where souls dance freely in the darkling hour

Night will divine the sweet nectars of Bacchus
That will bissfully flow from ripened vines
Drunk upon love we'll be become one unto thine

Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid

We'll make love until our senibilities are gone
Inside Bonnie and Clyde's abandoned tomb
Unveiled I'll pretend to be your beautiful bride
You'll condescend to my handsome groom
Together on our blessed honeymoon night
An immaculate deception in the darkling hour

Our depraved love will be consecrated
On the starlight of the Moon Goddess
Who lives inside the shadows of desire

Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid

We'll enjoy sweet absinthe until dawn
Then dance upon these holy grounds
Over sleeping souls in this lost and found
I don't think they'll mind six feet under
Where changing seasons don't affect 'em
As they sleep eternal in the darkling hour

Come fly with the Green Fairy across the night
Inbetween the sleeping earth and enchanting sky
Where whispers are heard and dreams are born

Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid


We'll drink from life's fountain of youth
That flows freely through Gaia's veins
Taste the elixir that has eluded mankind
Immortality will live on the breath of our lips
As we kiss the divine with our mortal minds
Forever we shall live in the darkling hour

Where love never dies undead we shall become
Eternally roaming the hollows of the sacred earth
Searching for all that was lost and never found

Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid


- by Savannah Skye...

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AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
Very Savvy!

Nice images ... but the grave is still cold!

Regards, Jack

AmyfriendAmyfriendover 17 years ago
Come to my chilly grave.....

"Where souls dance freely in the darkling hour".... thanks for the invite, haha, but alas I must decline

duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Invitation

Come along with me ~ join the innumerable caravan of the dead.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Just checked the calendar; nope, it's not yet Halloween though this piece is loaded with such images as the undead and loving in a cemetary.

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