Sitting in the shadows... In this cold floor
I see my dead face in it... Spattered by the blood
That i spill from my whrists... I feel she is still here
Behind those black curtains... I still feel your moans

Your dead laughter... I see your face in the shadows
Throught the black corridor... Your white skin

As the moonlight... Inviting me... to darkness
Inviting me.... to lost in the shadows
You're beautiful... Still beautiful...
Like the day i buried to you