Instead of posting the lyrics from an H.I.M. song, instead I will post the words of Robert Frost. B/c I'm real intellectual and stuff. But the woods ARE lovely dark and deep, but no one can stop there, they have to get to where they have promised to go. BAAL, shut up on the retarded. Youre a tardonaut!
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods an frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.