In Times Of Cold

The dying saints held their faith with blood-stained prayers
The wicked gods gave the poets regret and despair
Now some ruffians and grifters might fall in love with no hesitation
Whether with harlots or with virgins, there's no guarantee of salvation

When I plead my case before the court of heaven
Before I likely take my place in hell
The regrets, I'll own forever
'Cause I'll not see my love again
And in times of cold, she'll be alone as well

Our scrapes were not lethal and my crimes just purloined schemes
She prayed for my atonement; some souls can't be redeemed
A rose leaves its fragrance when tread on by a heel
So when I've come to where all the light is gone, her essence will be with me still

When I plead my case before the court of heaven
Before I likely take my place in hell
The regrets, I'll own forever
'Cause I'll not see my love again
And in times of cold, she'll be alone as well
Yes, in times of cold, she'll be alone as well