16.03.2013 21:40
Aus Frost on her Pillow, Cradle of Filth
" ... Our fairy tale is over
My love lies dead
The kingdom writhes in a red dementia
Misadventure strides instead
A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray
Pressed against the glass in pain
One final graven kiss to say
My love I will avenge
Those fleeting hours of flowers bloomed
Beneath the tree-entangled moon
Why did you have to leave so soon
My illuminary friend? ..."
