作曲 : Albert, Reverend Bizarre
My God have mercy upon me in this 
Hour of Death 
I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one 
I so dearly love 
Her face is pale like the ivory of the distant realms 
And as I hold her hand in mine, 
I clearly feel it's turning cold 
Like marble or snow 
Remembering the days of joy, not so long ago 
Those memories just increase grief as 
I watch the withering of beauty 
How can it be that tomorrow she's not here and 
I remain There has to be some kind of way we can be together again 
Together again 
As she fades away 
Like statue made of clay 
All I wish is to be in grave with her 
Slowly transforming back into dirt 
Deep under the sacred ground 
Noone will be able to part us now