Even though I am in death’s arms,
It doesn't mean he can embrace me forever.
Think not of me as Ophelia,
She still sleeps silently in her sanctum,
I will be like Ligeia and rise from this tomb,
Escape from these four walls of stone.
Believe in me as I in you,
And let our love blossom once more,
For I am immortal with my ghostly ways.
Do not weep for me, my love,
I will stay in this realm with you,
You will not be alone.
But true love never perishes,
And I can't love any more than I do.