Letra de The Hideaway

[hickson:] over here, miss. here he is. he wasn't in he's room at the inn last monday, right, and i Went looking for him. i found him here in a poor fettle. i thought i'd better fetch you, miss Prudence. [prudence:] my god it's him...antracon...my love [antracon:] their eyes so hollow so hollow [prudence:] what's happened to you? why are you all covered in blood? [antracon:] every whore shall burn...every whore shall burn [prudence:] hickson, help him up to the street and into my carriage. we've... [hickson:] here we go sir prudence...got to get him out of town. we'll take him to my father's Hunting lodge.