Woorden: Fear Of God. Love's Death.

Whispers in the darkness
Cold lies burn like fire
Page turns slowly fading the flames of desire
Unholy flame of desire
You come crawling down upon your knees
Liar
You come crawling begging baby please
Love's death is a slow death
Is a quick death
But once it's over
Fate's hand is a cold hand

Is a sly hand is the hand on your shoulder
But now you're older
You come crawling down upon your knees
Liar
You come crawling 'cause I got what you need
Liar
You come crawling begging me baby please.