Say a prayer for the dead

Say a prayer for the weak

Say a prayer for the souls

Gone left behind

Send a prayer to the wind

Send a prayer to the north

Send a prayer to the dark

Still left unturned forever

Cross my heart

This better be the last time

Shards of glass

In a soul full of landmines

Ripped apart

Tear apart what was once mine

Skin made of wax

Now forever to be enshrined

Carry me to hell with you

Broken wings and a cold dark tomb

Carry me to hell with you

Broken wings and a cold dark tomb

Carry me to hell with you

Broken wings and a cold dark tomb

Carry me to hell with you

Broken wings and a cold dark tomb