At the heart of a crypt

There's a flame on the mend

Like a castaway torch in a cave

You were perched in the pews at the base of the stairs

With your hands and your head in the haze

You emerged from the mist like a ship on the rocks

When the world wasn't right for the day

And we had just met

So I had to assume

That your skin was just clammy that way

So I tried to dismiss what was growing in me

And I swore it was just in my head

But I know what I saw

And I know what I felt

And I know that I meant what I said

'Cause you are the priestess

The keeper of secrets

You sit on a throne made of bone

When you're under the weather

There's none that can tether

Or stop you from roaming below

You can hear the whisper of your voice in the halls

Where you used to spend hours in a trance

But I never would've guessed that it could've been you

If you hadn't been seen in the sands

So they pulled out the deck

And the first card they drew

Was the moon with the face of a crone

And the second was you

Standing under the moon

And the third was the Queen of the Tomb

You can speak with the dead when you go to the bed

Where the corpses have rested for years

But the thought of you coming to find me again

Is a cause for insatiable tears

You are the priestess

The keeper of secrets

You sit on a throne made of bone

When you're under the weather

There's none that can tether

Or stop you from roaming below

And though you dwell in the land of the dead

And there is no escape from the shroud

I know you meant what you said when you swore you'd return

And you meant that you meant it out loud

So now when I go to the heart of the crypt

I can't say that I'm all on my own

'Cause you were the priestess

The keeper of secrets

You sat on a throne made of bone

And though you're under the weather

There's none that can tether

Or stop you from roaming below