[center] [img]http://www.schwarzesglueck.de/profil/image.php?a=65260&b=2&c=jpg[/img] Through darkened streets and blackened gloom the candles dim in your bedroom rain reflecting shadows in the night the moon is full and through the mist I hear your voice I feel your kiss the line grows thin between what's wrong and right. Burning flesh- pale as the stars- no one knows just who you are drive the knife in deeper to my soul velvet touch your mouth on mine drunk on lust like drunk on wine the world will end we'll hear the thunder roll. Don't even say it- don't even look away haunted by- haunted by black winged angel come to me release my soul from this misery. In the candle light you'll see just what all this means to me the line grows thin between what's wrong and right...