rise from your grave, my love, for we have much to do. the night has beckoned us again, a silver moon in view. place your hand in mine, my dear, and I shall lead the way. we'll glide above the fallen leaves and dance amongst decay. take heed of the horizon, my pet, it appears we must desist. the sun may rule the sky this mourn with mortals at its behest. embrace this sweet slumber, my love, we shall rest our immortal eyes. close the coffin lid and slumber now, for come night'