I hold you tightly in my arms, beg you not to let go,
A mist creeps up around us like the ghost from the grave,
We lean together against a cold tombstone; you’re breathing slow,
Me, from my tormentor you could not save.
As the sun began to set today, a cold wind stirred up past memories,
I remember escaping with you, to firelit fantasy nights,
Camping under the stars, accompanied by fireflies,
We would travel together and see many great sights.
And back to the graveyard where we first met, where it began it will end,
I never want to let you go, your blood seeps into my clothing,
I cry for you, its all my fault, it’s me you were trying to defend,
I can’t stand the thought, it ends like this, your curtain closing.
The full moon reveals itself and the gravestones shadows leer,
Your spirit rises from the mist, among the ghosts of the graveyard,
You speak to me, your lips moving, but your voice I can’t hear,
I realize that without you, life would be so hard.
The tears I shed mix with your blood, the wind scatters your ghost,
I’ve lost you, I’m broken, and for us there is no more tomorrow,
My tormentor rips me from your body, I don’t want to leave your souls host,
I can no longer fight him; I’m drowning in my own sorrow.
This isn’t the last time we’ll meet, I promise I will never forget you,
Someday we will be together again, and our promise will come true.