Cradle of filth - Nymphetanmine
"Lead to the river
Midsummer, I wawed
A V of blac swans
On Whith hope to the grave
And Through Red September
Whit skies fire- paved
I begged you appear
Like at thorn fo the holy one
Cold was my soul
untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So i swore to the razor
That never, enchained
would your dark nails of faith
be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your lonliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lonliness
I could always find
the right slot for your sacred key..."