Sympathy For The Monster

Baby it's bitterly cold outsideSo come warm yourself by

my fire

You may be misunderstood

But that's something I've come to admire

In spine-chilling cathedrals of frost

Through the blood-stained glass pane

They could see you shiver and shake

But cast you out all the same

I've got such sympathy for the monster

The wretched daemon seed inside of you

I've got such sympathy for the monster

For they turned and turned me into a monster too