Gothic

Standing in the graveyard
Standing
And weeping
For my love that was lost by the cruelty of mine own

I see a bright light
Brighter than the one that made me do the deed
It is the angel
The angel of gods own hand

I feel the sword striking against my bare, naked soul
And take me from one pain to the next
Where my demons are waking
And my chains are tightening around my neck

I see the fire
And I feel the pain
This is the result of my doing
This is my hell

I regret nothing