Your name will walk the years of shame
 Your hands, my face, the look, the taste

 To gaze how fondly on my beautiful face
 To fold thee in my great arms, my dark embrace

 In my arms [bad word] her and she looked up at me
 Weep she did and tried to escape, my mind she'd read
 I held her face in my hands and winked my eye
 Whispering into her ear, 'Now you are mine'

 Her eyes, her cries, my thoughts, she dies
 Walk away, she can try, and if she does, lets you die

 She leaves behind her golden shell
 It's [bad word]  into her cell
 And I will walk the endless miles
 To hear her talk and to bask in her smile
 And rain [bad word]  I knew it would
 My tears [bad word] but I wish it would