Dark Hill

Through the decadent streets

Some delicate fiends, float

From the shadows to the street light

Some faces of pale, unveil

So silent and still, I grab your scarlet hands

And I take you and hold you... hard

We reach the top of this dark dark hill

And my heart rattles

Against my ribs

Against my ribs

Against my ribs

We reach the top of this dark dark hill

And my heart rattles

Against my ribs

(Wooo)

A misty path with frowning trees, whispering

They poke from view

Of an icy moon

And talks protrude

Of doom and gloom

So silent and still, I grab your scarlet hands

And I take you and hold you... hard

We reach the top of this dark dark hill

And my heart rattles

Against my ribs

Against my ribs

Against my ribs

We reach the top of this dark dark hill

And my heart rattles

Against my ribs