The Death Of Kim

I could not imagine the satisfaction of the horror within her eyes Her voice is an amber that has not aged a day Her pleads are a melody to her impending harmony What could you give me, what would you pay me To take it all back, remove the stains from my bride Offering is meager, bribery is not your look But I know your color and I'll paint these walls Crimson stains and sacred rites A covenant of the good lord Can't be surprised, may be surreal How good do you think this knife will feel What were your vows, death do us part I play the part and death will do you part Beg, come on, beg for me Come on, plead, please, now bleed for me