For you I'd be the devil,
To play and tease your flesh,
And hold to me your heart and soul,
That we might burn together

For you I'd be an angel,
Full of wrath and love,
To strike down those who've hurt you,
And hold you in my wings.

For you, my darling, I'd be anything at all.
Anything but me, that is,
For while the devil has his temper,
And the angel his shortcomings,
I may have indeed the worst,
That each world may give.

My heart is dark and cold.
My hands are drenched in others blood.
And in the darkness,
My eyes gleam red with hate.
My wings are made of bone and flesh,
No feathery down to keep you warm,
And my heart is cold and dark indeed,
As hard and hateful as the devil's own.

For you, my love, I'd be anything else,
Anything but the demon wolf inside,
Who paws at the air with bloodied claws,
And howls at the moon when you're not there.

Let me be no more myself,
Let me be no more myself,
This caged animal that stalks the grounds,
Waiting for a moment's strike.

For you, my love, anything, anything, anything else.