Doth thou crimson turn to dust? Does death fulfill your hefty lust? Fallen angels bow to prey, raging demons come to play. Cry for help and sing your sorrow, darkness makes you very hollow. Feel the cold continue to linger, feel the touch of gentle fingers. Drown yourself in pools of tears, understand your deepest fears. Beautiful dreamer don't you cry, close your eyes and say goodbye.

           A sinful soul is laid to rest, a protective cross upon her breast. Brush the hair from her cheek, pray the lord her soul to keep. May her rest be peaceful smiles, may her spirit soar for miles.Travel to the fields and obtain her flowers, time ticks slowly between the hours. Go back to her for she is waiting, hold her close to keep from fading. Carry her down to the river, saying goodbye makes you shiver. Lay her down in the warm summer springs, let her go to see her kings. Beautiful dreamer don't you cry, close your eyes and say goodbye.