Through darkened streets and blackened gloom

the candles dim in your bedroom

rain reflecting shadows in the night

the moon is full and through the mist

I hear your voice I feel your kiss

the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.

Burning flesh, pale as the stars

no one knows just who you are

drive the knife in deeper to my soul

velvet touch your mouth on mine

drunk on lust like drunk on wine

the world will end we'll hear the thunder roll.

Don't even say it

don't even look away

haunted by

haunted by

black winged angel come to me

release my soul from this misery.

In the candle light you'll see

just what all this means to me

the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.