London After Midnight

You'll never understand,
the meaning in the end,
we're standing at the gate,
you'll meet the darker fate,
your purity and rage,
your passion and your hate,
you promised more than bliss,
with your God and with your kiss,
I'm on my knees,
I beg your mercy,
my soul is my loss,
I'm well hung from your cross.
Take me,