The Danzig Waltz

Forever lost is my gentle love
My lips, like powder in the wind
Thirsty dreams in the ocean of kiss
Buried beneath forty years
In my rebirth I have not forgotten
Not even that which I wish to forget
Fields of sleep lay beside you
You can not feel and my hands are dust
When memories dance pure
Sorrow bows in shame
Our breath, impressions on a splintered mirror
Deeper my colourless heart sings
Our souls search astray
Torn by the thief of life