A swollen sun melting in the horizon  Between the sheets I wait for her to come  A living flame, impossible to resist  Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick  I'm haunted  I'm haunted  I'm haunted (by her)  Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions  Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon  I hate the morning  I hate the morning  >From the panes a green mist swirls  Is it a shadow of reflection  This apparition in moon beams bathed  A voice like wind through trees beckons  Cool rain on hot summer stone  The odor fills my presence  Of freshly dug grave and death and night  These things are her essence  Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover  your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste  My goddess of the violet twilight  You are lust incarnate  In the sweat of my bed  The eastern sky hints of dawning  Alone and awake but exhausted I lie  Oh how I hate the morning  I hate the morning (light)  I hate the morning (light)