Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love's bond responding beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow's persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love's bond responding beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith's blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death's porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram