Bring To The Boil

Iron Maiden - Bring your daughter... to the slaughter Honey it's getting close to midnight
And all the myths are in town
True love and lipstick on your linen
Bite the pillow make no sound
If there's some living to be done
Before your life becomes your tomb
You'd better know that I'm the one
So unchain your back door invite me around

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go

... - Beltaine-OST Ведьмак Bring To The Boil