A silhouette hazeled before me, With golden linen around the face, A silhouette hazeled before me, With golden linen around the face,

Deep in the stygian darkness of the night, Where dreams are fleeting and nightmares come to life. Deep in the stygian darkness of the night, Where dreams are fleeting and nigh...

My soul reached out as it shouted into the void. My soul reached out as it shouted into the void.

And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat. And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

Then, I was left to be with myself again. Then, I was left to be with myself again.