STAY- CradleOfFilth. If this world is wearing thin. And you're thinking of escape. I'll go anywhere with you. Just wrap me up in chains. But if you try to go alone. Don't think I'll understand
"Bathory Aria". I. Benighted Like Usher. Snuffed tapers sighed. As Death left impressing. His crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher. The House of Bathory shrouded.
