Glorious night of serenades
keeps me here in solitude
awaiting the refined moment you alight
and choose your time
allowing for a scarlet moon;
passioned as I whom calls
your name in vain
over miles bored with pain;
the scars grow just as such
when this shunned faith falls.
No matter if I burst my chest
I know that this'll be laid to rest
lying under, comfortable,
six feet of dirt, a convertible coffin
No matter how tight my eyes
dreams will always repeat their lies
You know it now, I love you best.
Scorching sun against my face
holds me in thrall
praying for the night once more to ignite
the dark with might
and bring sleep to us all.
So then can I dream of you
Angel of Black;
Pray you fight these sad tears back;
help me find the wings
I had broken long ago.
No matter if I burst my chest
I know that this'll be laid to rest
lying under, comfortable,
six feet of dirt, a convertible coffin
No matter how tight my eyes
dreams will always repeat their lies
You know it now, I love you best.
You saved me from the flames
you deceived my cruel fate
into believing I had no name
and so, I was overlooked
by their sadistic games.
Poor devil, come hold my soul
Poor devil, come have my soul
Poor devil, I am your own
you know it now i love you best.
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