Black Erotica (aka "12")
Black theatre of love
Violet dancers cast their blood
The moon gave me flowers
For funerals to come
Twelve shapes bow before her
I am still one of them
Twelve morbid ways to die
Her beauty scares me still
I'm falling deeper
No more pain to feel
Now touch the silence
Afraid of hell
Black theatre of love
Violet dancers drink my blood
The moon gave me flowers
For funerals to come
I can not breathe
Am losing life
The moon paints the skyline blue
Oh she died so beautiful
