Behind The Door

Behind the Door
By: Twisted Heart

PART I

I hear the tapping at the door
A light comes from the darkened room
A chilling laughter like before
As evil taints the house of doom.

Anger hissing form inside
Outside the gate I stand and stare
No chance have I to run and hide
For coldness holds me there.

My breath is caught against the night
My heart has lost its will to beat
No sanctity is in my sight
No savior now to stay my feet.

I hear his voice come from the dark
He calls my name in hissing flair
With grueling pain he twists my heart
And leads me up the winding stairs......

PART II

No power, have I, from his call
In humble grace I sadly go
To tread the stairs, behind him fall
Step lightly night, thy final blow.

A door of crimson now I can see
Behind it glows a haunting light
As howls and cackles welcome me
Into the pitch of shadowed nights.

The door thus opens to his bid
I have no choice, none comes to me
My hand and heart I place in his
My life, I let him lead.

The room ablaze with ripened death
Midst the calls of Satan's storm
From the womb that holds my breath
Each drop of blood is torn...

PART III [Epilogue]

Where once a maiden laid her head
Fair of skin and full of grace
Now lies the body cold and dead
Darkened tears upon her face.

A love her heart had chance to see
Upon the soul warm with desire
The Count had come to beckon thee
And sting her with his fire.

A dance thus found a place for two
Confusion swirling in his embrace
Lifting eyes of love renewed
Of danger, she saw not a trace.

His arms so warm against her skin
As he tipped his head to neck
Sweet seduction tore from within
Upon the pulse that gave her breath.

Red blood wine in goblet blue
Poured to feed the heathen core
Now she rests in solitude
Behind the crimson door.