Will you, my love be there for me,

When I lay broken by my own hatred and rage?

When I swoop down into the black pit of Abyss?

When I hear the startling cracks of thunder in the stormy night?

Will you be there for me then?

Will you, my love, be there for me,

When my yearnings for your everlasting touch and sensual, tender kisses are growing?

When I shed these tears for the sake of you coming to me?

When I need your touch to keep me from tossing and turning in my sleep?

Will you be there for me then?

Will you, my love, be there for me,

When I need a shoulder to lean on when I grow sad?

When I grow stronger in my Gothic Craft?

When I age, knowing that I have lived a full life?

Will you be there for me then?

Will you, my love, be there for me,

When I die a good, peaceful death?

Will you be by my side when I die?

Will you be there for me then?