Fading sun left a place to the silver Queen Nightingales stopped to sing All I wish, all I dream is your sensual hug But my skin is so cold laying under ground Forever lost for morning light Beg for the moon in lonely night Ancient runes, mystic signs are covering my skin Vial is filled with blood. Ritual begins I’m so real, so alive, walking through bloody mist But your heart will be burned by my breathless kiss
