With the turn of a page a chapter begins
What darkness looms near the end
“Will we find respite from pain”
You ask me dear, but I refrain
From telling you the cold hard truth
That gone forever is our happy youth
And now with much regret we must
Travel into the land of dust
Till the end we must continue
And settle down in a morbid venue
Till we find a cold dark crypt
And snuggle close in love’s cold grip
Peace will never find us here
And all the flames of hell will sear
