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A shallow grave

Jeremiah Saint - One Desire(C)

This fear is formed her gaze She leaves me with nothing to say I try too flee but there is no where to go She pulls me deep into her void And the demos sing of there callous things and chant for the end is this just a dream

This is my one desire the thing that I can never have Her soul is a funeral pyre that pulls me in She is my one desire She is the one I can never have She holds my hands to the fire yet I will will never grasp

I beat myself with the words I can never say I dug myself a shallow grave now I see I am just a shadow in place thats far too light I tried to stay but in the end I returned to the night

This is my one desire the thing that I can never have Her soul is a funeral pyre that pulls me in She is my one desire She is the one I can never have She holds my hands to the fire yet I will will never grasp