Night's Carress

Starlit dew drops heavy on woven spider nets
And glances at a heavy fire horizon moon
Love strung out on metallic guitar frets
Witches and deamons howl to the tune

Knives pierce draining hearts fallen down
And vampire screeches douse black night red
Kicks to the backs of wolflings' heads round
And stricken singing when you're already dead

Fake me a scene to show me something new
And tell me a story of something important to you