Through darkened streets and blackened gloom   the candles dim in your bedroom   rain reflecting shadows in the night      the moon is full and through the mist   I hear your voice I feel your kiss   the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.      Burning flesh, pale as the stars   no one knows just who you are   drive the knife in deeper to my soul      velvet touch your mouth on mine   drunk on lust like drunk on wine   the world will end we'll hear the thunder roll.      Don't even say it   don't even look away   haunted by   haunted by   black winged angel come to me   release my soul from this misery.      In the candle light you'll see   just what all this means to me   the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.