I can hear her voice on the wind,
It's haunting, so haunting.

First day, light breaks, her eyes gave way, and her body trembling was turned to stone.

I want to see you rest within these ashes,
Rest within these ashes six feet down.
Her reflection is like an icy wind
So cold, so fucking cold.
So fucking,
COLD!
Her reflection is like an icy wind.
She woke up on the wrong side of the coffin.

I want to see you rest within these ashes,
Rest within these ashes six feet down, fucking under the ground.
It's getting so hot and I can't believe,
That someone like you was once alive enough to breathe.

Rest inside your ashes.

The only thing colder than the stone floor you walk on is your fucking heart.
Your heart.