When the blue moon comes out at midnight,
The werewolves come out under it's light...
Fugitive liquids run over tender skin,
Pale flesh remains icy as heat leaves a body...
Writhing pain, sardonic fright,
Lucid ambiance, all's darker than night...
What a deadly and silent night,
Remain not even fear...
I feel him pursuing me, he haunts every dream.
He's freezing my thoughts with every iced breath...
I have wings of the darkness
And a heart of pure stone...
A rose blooms
Clearly in sight...
Anguish inside my hidden soul
Repelling all the times I was hurt...
Hold the knife above my head
Gazing into your eyes...
Open season,
let's hunt down all angels...
The God came down to Earth
to shoot the Angel that got away...
So many guys take advantage of me
Telling there friends I groveled and begged for it...