ترانه:
Cradle Of Filth Fear Of The Dark

's watching you Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have constant fear that some thing's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia

As Death left impressing His crest of cold tears on the Countess Benighted like ill-fated Usher The House of Bathory shrouded 'Neath grief's dark facade

serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus

swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching The darkness

with her nocturnal call to pull me close amid the baying of wolves where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn in the dark, odiferous earth