It will rain through the night,
Guests will come very soon,
They are dead by sunlight,
They are light of the moon,


Someone’s  knocked at the door,
They have come, they have come,
Lights and darks on the floor,
All is right, all is done,


one of worlds is not true,
one of fears cannot spill,
Rain will cry all night through,
Nothing want, nothing feel.

The angel in your eyes and the devil in your soul you can see the scarlet soul of mine turn my name into a curse that spills from your lips like that sacred essence cure me of this happiness with every imperfection in your being your smile carved with the grace of a thousand tragic love stories