O' ornate Spade - Qual

Looking paler than death

I call your name

With my last breath

My crimson channels

Become cold and hollow

They turn gangrene

And mix with the shadows

O' Ornate Spade bury me well

With ancient earth

Decorate my shell

I’ll cry neptunes

Under the ground

Waiting for you

Where there is no sound

Waiting for you

Where there is no sound

O' Ornate Spade bury me sweet

As deceased I must look neat

I’ll cry neptunes

Under the ground

Waiting for you

Where there is no sound

Waiting for you

Where there is no sound

Waiting for you

Where there is no sound

Looking paler than death

I call your name

With my last breath

My crimson channels

Become cold and hollow

They turn gangrene

And mix with the shadows