The Danzig Waltz - Christian Death

Forever lost is my gentle love

My lips, like powder in the wind

Thirsty dreams in the ocean of kiss

Buried beneath forty years

In my rebirth I have not forgotten

Not even that which I wish to forget

Fields of sleep lay beside you

You can not feel and my hands are dust

When memories dance pure

Sorrow bows in shame

Our breath, impressions on a splintered mirror

Deeper my colourless heart sings

Our souls search astray

Torn by the thief of life