Behold! The Night Mare

                                    I've faced the fathoms in your deep
                                     withstood the suitors quiet siege
                                  pulled down the heavens just to please you
                                            appease you
                                       the wind blows and I know

                                  I can't go on, digging roses from you grave
                                     to linger on, beyond the beyond
                                        where the willows weep
                                    and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me
                                       the coarse tide reflects sky

                              and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
                                       with a december black psalm
                                       and the night mare rides on
                                         what i fear is lost here
                                       the wind blows and I know

                                      all you have to do is run away
                                       and steal yourself from me
                                      become a mystery to gaze into
                                       you're so cruel in all you do
                                     but still I believe, I believe in you

                                   so may you come with your own knives
                                        you'll never take me alive
                                      with all the force of what is true
                                        is there nothing I can do?

                                  I can't go on, digging roses from you grave
                                     to linger on, beyond the beyond
                                        where the willows weep
                                    and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me

                              and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
                                       with a december black psalm
                                       and the night mare rides on

                                    I've faced the fathoms in your deep
                                     withstood the suitors quiet siege
                                  pulled down the heavens just to please you
                                      to hold the flower I can't keep