Yes, My Master

In the times of dark and sorrow
A wise man builds a home in winters cold
Its grounds house fiendish creatures
With terrible dreams that unsettle souls
Burn down the oratory
(Yes, my master)
And build them a monarchy
(Yes, my mysterious one)
And be gone these fields in fire
Its ashes gifted to the righteous ones

A century passes the hills
A stone château conceals an untouched grave
Its marble walls can talk
And I must give in
And I must obey
Burn this insulting home
(Yes, my master)
Consume every occupant
(Yes, my mysterious one)
As they burned those walls did ask
What sickened and twisted things would you do for our love?

Would you rip out the heart of a Hollywood star for our love?
For the pain you felt never hurt enough
And would you cover the doors in our tongues?
And would you cover the walls in our tongues?
What sickened and twisted things would you do for our love?

I don't want just anybody
I just want your warmth and your devilish touch to lean upon
I don't want just anybody
I just want your warmth and your devilish touch

The things I would do for your love?
I would rip out the heart of a Hollywood star for your love
For the pain I've felt never hurt enough to fix us
I would rip out the heart of a Hollywood star
And infinite blessings would fall from the heavens above
The things I would do for your love



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Writer(s): Hope Seed
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