| You're dressed in black | |
| Moon slowly fades | |
| Behind the clouds that greater in | |
| Isn't that a tear | |
| I see | |
| Rolling on your skin? | |
| Isn't that fear? | |
| Your eyes betray the sin | |
| There is no one else around | |
| To hear your crying | |
| Rain is falling on my shallow grave | |
| I'm the one you wouldn't save | |
| Rain is falling on my shallow grave | |
| Again | |
| You won't find forgiveness | |
| Don't even try | |
| You know you will do it soon again | |
| It's not about the blade | |
| That cut open my vein | |
| It is not about the blood | |
| It's the lie we both lived in | |
| But this is the end | |
| Your long black hair covers the fallen leaves | |
| The dark will descend | |
| Over a story that | |
| No one believes | |
| All the wet autumn nights | |
| Are charged with anger, you should behave | |
| While the cold wet wind still bites | |
| My specter hovers above | |
| This shallow grave |