In Loving Memory of a Welsh Friend
Lyrics
You fear that you've sold your soul
to all that is lost and foul,
but let eyes bleed out.
Seize the thorns.
A pro tem worry always scorns.
Cariad, hold onto me.
Rwy'n dy garu di!
Da Garout a Ran
A devil only has one way to kiss
your cerebrum and leave its message—
That’s if you do grant it passage.
Cariad, hold onto me.
Rwy'n dy garu di!
Despair knows not your name and
all the same, it's a strange world we're in,
where the slightest wrong is seen as the grandest sin.