In cold sweet sleep   there are no bad dreams   when you're down this deep   wrapped in the arms on the ones who love   the company of one who comes from above   and it's a scene   that's so prestine   in it's tragical hold to be ripped from the ground   soaked in the tears of the scared   in cold sweet sleep   nothing is missed      you shiver   you quiver   i bathe you in the river   i bind you in leather and fur   you are the willful prisoner      inbetween    these dreams    there are terrible things that can take you far too deep   strapped in the harnesses of harm   just to be kept safe and warm   and it seems exquisitly obscene   it's laughter slapping the smile off your face   fearing the day that we came   you're longing and dreading were fully the same      you shiver   you quiver   i bathe you in the river   i bind you in leather and fur   you are the willful prisoner      lying in a stream   of unconcious screams   we are waters dark beauty   plotting a course of eroticness   silently swiming to a fatal kiss   and it's a scene   of such unique mystique   in it's intriging well of blood love and fury   upheld on the alters of pain   confiding and biting   here we go again      you shiver   you quiver   i bathe you in the river   i bind you in leather and fur   you are the willful prisoner      i bind you   i bind you   i am behind you      i blind you   i fold you   i will always hold you