| In fire there is torment In water there is life In wind there is hope In earth there is silence The stillness of the night The life of the city The silence of the grave A lone bird�s cry A lover�s sigh The bitter taste of lost love The blade in my hands, Death dancing lightly on its every inch The smoke of a cigar The scent of a woman The rolling clouds The booming thunder The sound of rain on the cobblestones Footsteps in dark alley A deep breath A muffled cry The tears in my eyes The blood on my hands� |
| My mind is filled with shadows, Memories of a time lost. Blank eyed faces. Bodies devoid of life. My eyes are filled with sorrow, Blood tears shed for those I lost. Friends that withered. Loves that died. My heart lies still and empty. A black hole devouring everything that dares approach. Yet I long to feel� I long to ache� I long to love� I lift my gaze to the sky and see a star Light up the night sky. Nothing lasts for ever. Colors fade, Fires burn out, Towers crumble and fall. Everything gets trampled, Under the iron heels of time. So I burn the remnants of my heart And scatter its dust to the winds. Where are you now my heart\love? Where is your smile, That turned my darkness into day? Where is your touch that eased my pain? Please hurry back to me� |
| Set aside the buried light Of candle, torch, and rotting wood, And listen to the turn of night Caught in your rising blood. How quiet is the midnight, love, How warm the winds where ravens fly, Where all the changing moonlight, love, Pales in your fading eye. How loud your heart is calling, love, How close the darkness at your breast, How hectic are the rivers, love, Drawn through your dying wrist. And love, what heat your frail skin hides, As pure as salt, as sweet as death, And in the dark the red moon rides The foxfire of your breath. |
| The city clock strikes midnight. Time of the hunt, Time of the knife� The hunter awakes from his sleep. The assassin stirs beneath his cloak. Tonight�s the night. The moon will laugh, The moon will cry. Some may live, Some may die. The night is deep, The wind is cold. None of them cares, They both can hold. As time moves on, The hunter hunts. The assassin stalks. As time goes by, The prey is spotted, The victim found. The prey will be caught, The victim will die. The moon will laugh, The moon will cry. �Silence� The prey is caught. The victim dies. The hunter laughs� The assassin cries� |