From the Grave

Don't forsake me yet Given life taken from death Death, awaits your breath You cry out n beg forgiveness Close your mind and embrace This life given from grace I am your fate You will crawl and beg forgiveness Run or face death Stained by words your fed Dawn to a life of regret Damned by your own hand Crawl from the grave and behold A life without soul Laced within your faith A will stronger when death Death awaits your breath When you cry out I am your witness Stained by words your fed Dawn to a life of regret Damned by your own hand Crawl from the grave and behold A life without soul Run while you still can Death awaits your hand Stained by words your fed Dawn to a life of regret Damned by your own hand Crawl from the grave and behold A life without soul --- From the Grave - Eleine