*dark’s the place I wander in;walk where stark reality’s thin
and darkness lights the fears within*
“Come nigh, My Pretty; bow to me,“And give me of sweet misery,
“For on your tears, I feed, you see;
“Now come, My Pretty, cry for me.
“And bleed for me; I’ve want to hear“Your silent screams of agony.
“And run away, but you’ll come back
“To know me more in secrecy.
“Now come dark angels in the wind;“You’re naught but carrion;
“Into the depths of Hell, they’ll bring
“Your fears I’ll always feed upon.
“Come nigh, My Pretty, don’t you see“I’ve need; I’ve set my hunger free
“To roam within your soul’s dark place
“And eat of your last sanity.”