Children Of Bodom

a glance to my eyes, deep within reveals
this worn-out warrior's mind
i'm killing you by suffering
discomposure of a deepest kind
in the night i crave to feel your breath
and your touch like angel of death
in the dawn i'm in chains of beastial rage
and forced to make you dead
the chains get tighter around my throat
i can give you no love, only dead-lift of pain
in the dusk of evening i tuck you up with feather
forever i'll stand by your side
in the twilight of night i'm laughing