We meet at dusk outside the Manse Du Mirroir,
The Duke of Hearts arrives and through the looking glass we,
See the city right before our eyes,
And in the palace husk,
I sense your heartbeat.
{If love is death then let me fucking die.}
And I would offer every breath of life I've claimed,
To have met you on some other day
In some other world,
But these thoughts are only,
Diamond Dust, washed out by Crimson Rain.
Now over streets we sweep with vengeful war-cries,
The shadows blind to us, matt black against onyx skies,
And with teeth like blades I enter stage,
And so we dance our dance,
This fang ballet.
{If love is death then let me fucking die.}
And I would offer every breath of life I've claimed,
To have met you on some other day,
In some other world.
But these thoughts are only,
Diamond Dust, washed out by Crimson Rain.
But I am here,
And all the world's between us,
I am here,
But as I tare,
I am here,
And all the world's between us,
I am here,
But as I tare.
Kissing your lips/I am here,
And I remember the Elderflower/And all the world's between us,
Everyone since/I am here,
Seems to only taste of decay/But as I tare.
And I would offer every breath
Of life I've claimed,
To have met you on some other day,
In some other world,
But here I stand,
Bathed head to toe in entrails of the dead,
Like strawberry wine,
But it seems you're only,
Diamond Dust, washed out by Crimson Rain.