The Forest whispers my name...

...We embrace like two lovers at Death
A monument to the trapping of breath
As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck
To drop roses on my marbled breast...

I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
To learn from the Dark and the voices between...

This is my will...

The forest whispers my name
Again and again...

Composed by Cradle of Filth...