To Remain Tombless

The weary creak of my bones Exhausted voice and deathly tones Arms of lead, skin drawn tight No long a princely sight Face is gaunt, pale and thin Bent and grey and full of sin Pass to me Wine and song For I'll be Soon long gone Cast me down, upon the dust My dry bones remain tombless From my life, a rose is grown Rains they come, the winds blow Winter haunts me Nowhere to flee Take me back, young was I Within her arms we could fly Grey am I and all alone I feel like I'm far from home Grace has fled here But he is so near In shadows lie My hopes of life Black wings fold me In their symphony Long, the nights are Grace is so far Leaves they fall in time Drifting down in time Darkness comes right on time Descend upon me Wings from above Goodbye to lie Farewell, my love Grace has fled here But he is so near --- To Remain Tombless - My Dying Bride