Cure کے بول

In your web The threads entangle Your prey is dead Dyed in silence. I will forever stay with you At your feet I will kneel At your will Dead silent When I move, I am moved by you When you rule, all is ruled by you In your world, there is only you In my world, there is only you In your web The threads entangle At your will Dead silent Your words are shivers down my spine I'm numb and shapeless, in your web, in your web My blood runs slow and red like wine The past is shattered, forever I serve your will, for I have been bruised and battered And covered I serve your will, for I have been ordinated your lover.