Arms towering into fear    Feels like I am going in my sleep    The dead are breeding under my pillow    Is there a place for you in me?       Best forgotten       Gates closing when you draw near    At the very heart of melancholia    Those were his last words    Is there still something to die for?       Inside my heart a wasteland    That only you can fill with life    For ther are strangers in our way    Pulling us under, dreaming us under tonight       As certain as the grave    If I lie to you again       Imposed in the darkness    Every word is true    and best forgotten       Words surrender into a seal    My life is a curse I keep to myself    The dead are breaking under my pillow    Memories of when you were there       Best forgotten       Lips drying when you are near    At the very pit of melancholia    Those were her last souls    Is there still something to dream of?       Inside my heart a wasteland still    That only you could make me feel    For there are snakes in our way    Feeling us under, nesting us under tonight       As certain as the grave if I lie to you again       Imposed in the darkness    Every word is true    and best forgotten