Sigil - Gost

I will let you open it

Your eyes still see my death within, open up and see me

Reaper seething to begin his regimen

The edge does sting, yeah the edge does sting

Oh but it’s comfort

And I will face the grave for you

You’d hardly have to ask me to

Take this flesh up from this stone

And watch it die

And I will face the grave with you

You’d only have to ask me to

Take this flesh up from this stone

And let it burn

Adorn the desired flesh

We are weak and fervent, let us call them upward

Angels weeping up to him or guardian

Our love in death will remain tepid

(Let go with me)

And I will face the grave for you

You’d hardly have to ask me to

Take this flesh up from this stone

And watch it die

And I will face the grave with you

You’d only have to ask me to

Take this flesh up from this stone

And let it burn

And I will face the grave for you

You’d hardly have to ask me to

Take this flesh up from this stone

And watch it die

And I will face the grave with you

You’d only have to ask me to

Take this flesh up from this stone

And let it burn