Cold night spread it's wings
I walk alone in a luminous mist
November's breath caresses empty streets
This is where I found you
And signed my death list

I kiss a vision of an absinth dream
With the eyes of embers fire
Now I count my seconds to the witching hour
When the dark is torn by the funeral pyre

Tonight all my wishes will come true
My death has never been so pure
I send you valentines
In the death of night
And spill my blood on a dotted line

I found my drug of choice
Body is a flame with the devil's voice
Decadent beauty in a false light
When I am right beside you
All the wrong feels right