Thus Appear My Venomous Cries Were They Truths Or Were They Lies
I Would Surely Burn Myself At The Stake Of Your Lusts And Perversions
The Darkest Places In Hell Are Reserved For The Neutral
Though My Path Be That Of Thorns
The Devil Will Not Let Me Go Through Fiery Lakes To Where Cold Rivers Flow I Honour The Contract I Signed
Thus Appear My Venomous Cries Were They Truths Or Were They Lies
I Would Surely Burn Myself At The Stake Of Your Lusts And Perversions
No - The Devil Will Not Let Me Go Through Fiery Lakes To Where Cold Rivers Flow With Pleasure I Honour The Contract I Signed