Black blood lain between her lips,
I bet it tastes so sweet...
This lullaby will sing,
In darkened skies tonight...
Shadows tracing trees of bloody leaves
Engulfing the Bright moon in brilliant red...
She sits in her dimly lit room
Cracked walls with peeling paint...
In the darkness he lurks
Creeping along thin lines...
Rays of sunshine bless my skin
sweet thoughts flow from deep within...
In a world of twisted lies and fate,
Where your words and fists...
And yet the music plays again
With all the violence seeping in...
I'm addicted to
the ebony decay...
A weeping willow looms over the darkened river...
Silver tendrils trailing into the cold black...
This dark secret, this dark night,
This thing of cold, this thing without light...
Who's there?
Who's there...