Behind the Crimson Door
Covered the carcass of time with flowersTo send the scent of blame to the graveSet the darkest thoughts on fireAnd watched the ashes climb to Heaven´s Gates.
We hide behind the crimson doorWhile the summer is killed by the fall.Alive behind the crimson door while the winter sings:"Your love will be the death of me"
Death served wine for loversBrought from the world where devils reignAnd intoxicated angels with sorrowThey witnessed in the eyes of their slaves.
We hide behind the crimson doorWhile the summer is killed by the fall.Alive behind the crimson door while the winter sings:"Your love will be the death of me"