When it is a story you seek
Go to the pole
and take a peek
Into the house of death
That will take away your breath
For there lives a creature
Hardly ever refered to as sir
Yet this creauture has a name
to hear it means you are sane
And non are in this world
For our hearts curl
And twist
At the thought of his list
That forever haunts our childhood
And makes our innocence ****
To the difference of wrong and right
Which grabs tight
Upon our soul
Up at the pole
In his house of death
That will take away your breath

He thinks of himself as eternity
He doesnt see what he means to me
A creauture so deep and full of keen
I wish I could have you tilll the end of eternity
A water so deep
Your soul asleep
I wonder if you know what you mean to me
A blood so thick
A bond cant be ripped
I hope that you see that our glass cant be tipped
Eternity in this world we seek I hope that you see what you need in me