On the plains of my grass
I shall see you sitting there
Inside yourself baring a cross
With long black hair

Feel my fingers around your neck
The clutch of death has awoken
We are both thrown to heck
For my heart has been stolen

Oh and how we land safely
Buried with lust
On the plains of burnt grass
That now is all dust

Oh how I wish for angels
Although them I hate
To save you from my depths of anger
And keep you from your fate

With gracious love we will dream
Of my lovely plains of grass
And a beautiful stream
To walk across

Feel my fingers around your neck
The clutch of death has awoken
We are both throne to heck
For my heart has been stolen

Oh how I wish for angels
Although them I hate
To save you from my depths of anger
And keep you from your fate