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Won't you come with me into the fire,

or lead me into the sea.

Walk the streets at night my angel

frosted sweat and sorrow.

The lies that flow from your eager lips

flow through my throat and marrow.

Don't cry tonight my angel,

I'll buy your bed tomorrow.

Cold frost, iron beams.

Fumes rise and hounds scream.

Lay her down by my side, naked warm devoid of pride.

We're vanquished in pits of shame

Becoming drunk on wolves-bane

Touch cold like the rest, my heart splits under water blessed.

Her face in my mind, I must be blind.

Lead me into the sea.

Now is the hour or our discontent.

I know oyu're here, I tear at my eyes.

In my shadows the monsters lurk.

Through the rain, down the city streets

we turn to ashes to find heaven.

I search in vein, she loves in waves.

It grows in me (nothing)

I have no hear anymore.

Under sheets of torrid horror,

her face is blurred by the screams of her sins.

My precious sweet try not to breathe

barren alters away your knees.