Whispers in the darkness Cold lies burn like
fire Page turns slowly fading the flames of
desire Unholy flame of desire You come
crawling down upon your knees Liar You
come crawling begging baby please Love's
death is a slow death Is a quick death But once it's over Fate's hand is a cold
hand Is a sly hand is the hand on your
shoulder But now you're older You come
crawling down upon your knees Liar You
come crawling 'cause I got what you need
Liar You come crawling begging me baby
please.