Goth times

When the virgin comes
Into my house, she comes
On her own account

And she knows damn well
The consequences of
Her deeds and mine

These are Goth Times
We live on poissoned wines
These here Goth Times
Tear down all things devine
Our Goth Times
What we loved we must now decline

When the virgin comes to me
Her father lies awake at home
He knows of her demise

The blade of sacrifice
Her soul-filled blood required to
Blank out her father's lies

Unforgiven, unforgiving
She dies, she dies
Like a quivering child declined
She dies, she dies
She dies
Like a quivering child declined
She dies, she dies

The terror of her terrible death
Nulls the pain that comes with goth times
I need that anullment
Can't stand the pain

He preaches on and on
On our sinfull ways
And how we must do away
With our Goth Times
Our Goth Times!

But as his baby cries
He himself is lost
In everlasting
Everlasting Goth Times