And Quartered...
And should you and me,
the perfect breed,
ever succumb
to the pestilance of greed
all the love spoken between,
would fall to the ground,
like the head that kissed
the guilotine
And should this Love
be ever true
then curse the nightmare
that comes like you,
inside this rainy tomb
and should this Love
never be true
then bring the nightmare
that comes like you,
and bring this traitor
the pains he sings
Hanged, Drawn...
And Quartered