And Quartered...

And should you and me,
the perfect breed,
ever succumb
to the pestilance of greed
all the love spoken between,
would fall to the ground,
like the head that kissed 
the guilotine

And should this Love 
be ever true
then curse the nightmare 
that comes like you,
inside this rainy tomb

and should this Love
never be true
then bring the nightmare
that comes like you, 
and bring this traitor
the pains he sings

Hanged, Drawn...
And Quartered