Sweet Misery
(Sweet Misery)
Come tonight,
I beg of thee,
Sweet Misery.

Bring the black heart,
And eyes of no soul.
Darken the doorstep,
For one naught so old.

The bitter taste of revenge,
Be on my tongue.
To one's own end,
Is the rasp of a lung.

Sweet Misery
(Sweet Misery)
Come tonight,
I beg of thee,
Sweet Misery.

Death is not as sweet,
As you my dear.
Death, I shall cheat,
With you by my side.

Nothing shall stop us,
And nothing shall go.
We will haunt,
With hearts made of Cole.

Sweet Misery
(Sweet Misery)
Come tonight,
I beg of thee,
Sweet Misery.
 
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