Upon White Walls of Tender Flesh:

Grasp the dagger

(Jagged Dagger)

As she said, “Oh happy dagger”

Lead me to my will

My will by which thou hast proclaimed

Hidden, embodied in white walls

My will by which thou hast exclaimed?

Loudly, clearly, haunting still

This shall be my will...

Do not listen

Shun your ears

For this thou lovely shall not hear

Do you crave a risk to kill?

This shall be my will...

Upon white walls of tender flesh

I lay thy lovely down to rest

Forever, slumber is ordained

Eternal resting in the grave

Is murder such a seeking thrill?

This shall be my will...

-Amber Dawn