by dying at your hands

i have come to love you
by dying at your hands
i couldn't have forgiven you
had you not murdered me.

i would have never seen
beyond my bitter blinded eyes
had you just left me there to die

but you were there when i awoke
as from a dream of cold-white terror

you were there in that dark doorway
to let me know we'd e'er be bound
by a contract sealed in buried dread
only undone through my surrender

by god's grace
i could never answer you in kind
though many times i wished it so

i have come to love you
by dying at your hands
and though you murdered me in rage

i forgive you

and so commit you
to your everlasting rest