The night is young and the air is dangerous I do not want you to leave this night Don't think it's some childish paranoia I sense that death's on his horse tonight
I turn away but for a moment And you have left me on my own This feeling grows like a seed inside me It's vines are strangling my insides
I chase but you are too far I stop to breathe this air I hear the faintest footsteps I feel his cold breath down my neck
The eyes of his wicked horse Stare right into mine The last thing that I feel A cold, stale goodbye
Death has touched me I hear faint cries From her voice Oh how sick she feels inside
The night is old and drenched in staleness I did not want to leave you this night Your eyes are filled with deep hysteria I sense that death won't come for a whileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.