" Call me wicked, cruel and merciless, call me whatever you want, as long as you Love Me."

London After Midnight : Claire's Horrors

Spirits seem to drift up through a darkened sky
Drifting through dead branches in the night
While in the moonlight we
Go down upon our knees
Entwined together only we can see their beauty

Beneath the stars a bell begins to toll
For reasons which we really shouldn't know
So take a walk with me down to the cemetery
Wrap me in darkness, Claire make love to me

I am thunder
I am rain
I am pleasure
I am pain

Only in darkness can there be light
Tell me angel have you prayed tonight?

In the dark I know you all so well
Beauty from Haeven wrapped 'round souls from Hell
So take a drink from me
My sacrifise to thee
Damned, fallen angels
Always blessed with me.

"A müvészet nem azt adja vissza, ami látható,
Hanem tesz arról, hogy valami láthatóvá váljon."