Merried by Bomethius Lyrics

What was the last of your final thoughts?
Did you miss all your chances, and all the times you fought?

Does she know you love her
Even though she isn't here?
Did they all come true—all the things you feared?

Here at the end, what have you left to lose?
No don’t say or death might take ours too

We got married standing in shared graves
In them we'll grow separate one day

Our memories shared will float away
But the trees well watered will have to stay

No matter whom you love
And how much they hate you
Each of us must die alone

Pretty clothes and ashes
Gardens of bones
As you go onwards, I'll wave alone