In the ebony swirled night, the stars
are alight.
But, you, my dear, are a-glowing
.
Heaven’s angels guard the pearl
white gate, seraph blades showing
.
Hellfire has never burned brighter
but our souls have never been lighter
.
Phantoms waltzing into the light.
But, you my dear aren’t going
.
The trail of your tresses adrift in the
wind.
Keep me afloat, for I am grinning, our
hearts are sinning
.
I will follow you into the dark.