26 août 2008
:.: Cradle of Filth - Suicide And Other Comforts :.:
I pace, aloneIn a place for the deadOvercome by woeAnd here, I've grownSo fond of dreadThat I swear it's heaven Oh sweet Mary,Dressed in griefRoll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed handTears fall like shards of glass that bandIn rivers,...