My God, have mercy upon me in this Hour of Death. I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one I so dearly love. Her face is pale like the ivory of the distant realms, And as I hold her hand in mine. I clearly feel it's turning cold... like marble or snow. Remembering the days of joy, not so long ago. Those memories just increase grief as I watch the withering of beauty. How can it be that tomorrow she's not here and I remain? There has to be some kind of way we Can be together again... together again. As she fades away, Like statue made of clay. All I wish is to be in grave with her, Slowly transforming back into dirt. Deep under the sacred ground. No one will be able to part us now.