He was a mystery, like death in disguise
The moon, the only light in a sea of darkness
The road he traveled entwined like an old dead tree
My other half came trampling

He was lost in a world of desire
Desire for me
Creak.. glack, glack go his footsteps
His velvety red jacket was a ravishing claret red

He had a certain contrast versus the inn
If I knew what would happen on that very day
I  would of warned him to fray away
Perhaps he would have stayed

That was the day I felt the end dawning, dawning, dawning...
Then in the blink of an eye it went black
It was peaceful however, quiet
Then the gates of hell opened and away I went