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