Sons Of Perdition O Lay Me Not In The Consecrated Ground
O lay me not in the consecrated ground
Beyond the reach of my bride's ancient gods
When I have fallen from this life
Sink this old flesh into the bog
O lay me not in the consecrated ground
Away from the pagan arms of my love
Together we shall moulder ‘neath the mire
Coalescing below as once above
O lay me not in the consecrated ground
To suffer eternity far from my wife
I should choose your flesh-consuming firе
Over the promise of somе endless, pointless life
O lay me not in that consecrated ground
Near that foul church that festers on the hill
Tear it down and use the stones for weight
To hold my soul against hers through winter's chill
