Catherine And Heathcliff

She was unruly and wild beyond compare
When in the throws of one of her tempers
He was a stubborn child with tangled raven hair
And black eyes like glowing embers
She had that chaotic passion no one could tame
He was said to be the devil's son
Quite inseparable in their fire and flame
Wreaking havoc wherever they'd run

Heathcliff and catherine roamed the moors like a tempest
Roamed the moors
He returned to the grange after a ten-year spell
And held catherine 'til her dying breath
He damned her husband to the pits of hell
She'd be heathcliff's own in her death

He dug open her grave in a disturbed state of mind
Dreaming of lying beside that sleeper
His cheek frozen against her's and his eyes gone blind
Resting with his heart's only keeper
Heathcliff and catherine roamed the moors like a tempest
Heathcliff and catherine, but she would not be lain to rest

Heathcliff, she is coming for you soon
Let her in
Catherine, take her clammy little hand
Let her in
Heathcliff, she is coming for you soon
Let her in
Catherine, together they would brave
The legions of satan himself
Let her in