From the recording In the Garden of Turmoil
Lyrics
If I were to die and you did flay me, it is true,
You would see, carved into my bones:
Αγάπη μου— My Love!
Inscribed and covering the skeleton
where often your palm roams, and
(briefly) I am resting in our love's catacombs.
Αγάπη μου— My Love!
Your hands are the safest of places
When the undead memories make
the frailest heart of me, and it races
to what feels as if no end.
Within yours is where I'll always be!
Αγάπη μου— My Love!
You're the Myrrh that saves me from decay.
The roseate hue in all that is grey.
And lo, I adore thee— My Love!