A desperate young man runs down the alley
Closely followed by the angry men...
Empty. Alone.
I look inside myself, I'm hollow...
Rage burns in my mind.
Fury grows in my heart...
Dance of Death
Pleasure is just an illusion...
The boy of the hour's clad in thigh high dreams
Blushing shades of controversial pink and red...
With big top's rotten and mirrors rust
Comes fears extreme with screaming must...
The scent that lingered,
Diffused in the darkness...
Deep within the shadowlands,
Love half lies...
I come out at night
to drink the blood of humans...
Whisked away by my care
To a world most fair...
The world is being hit by fallen stars
I'm running with a pacing heart...
The leaves rustle,
for the wind seems to go...