And still she cries in the corner.
Decrepid ties that twist at her limbs.
Baring the casket of the heart that beats fast..

Sing a black song,

one of the deathbed..

Sing a black song..
to all the voices in your head.

You have not a care,
why try, when you can have
others perform your deeds..
Nothing will ever come that easy..
Happiness is far and few between.

Sing a black song,
one of the deathbed..
Sing a black song to all the voices
in your head.

I painted this picture just for you..
for all the hell you put me through..
I painted this picture just for you..
in it I danced till I was bloody,
bending backwards exposing every layer of me..

I covered none at all..
offered no shame..
Time unfolded, still playing a game.
in the end only driving me insane.

(oh what a pity.)

Sing a black song,
the one of your deathbed bride,
Sing a black song, the one to the voices in your head..

I had no choice it was now or never..
never at all,
never again..

Still it haunts me to this day..
How you trampled my heart and threw me away..
I’ll continue to sing a grim song even to the end..
Remember me, remember me my friend, my lover,
my plaything..

Sing a black song,
the one to your deathbed bride,
Sing a black song to the voices in your head.

I’ll be that one, the one that will haunt you in the end…