Tekstovi: London After Midnight. Claires Horrors.

Spirits seem to drift up through a darkened sky
twisting through dead branches in the night
while in the moonlight we go down upon our knees
entwined together only we can see their beauty
beneath the stars a bell begins to toll
for reasons which we really shouldnґt know
so take a walk with me down to the cemetery
wrap me in darkness, claire make love to me
i am thunder, i am rain, i am plaisure, i am pain
only in darkness can there be light
tell me angel have you prayed tonight
burning darkness, red ecstasy,
pull me closer and make me bleed
in the dark i know you all so well
beauty from heaven wrapped round souls from hell
so take a drink from me
my sacrifice to thee
damned fallen angel
always blessed with me