Down on the street

The night is a whore for dreams of fools

Where things of old still turn to gold

In hands of ghouls



Oh I would castrate you a choir of the damned

To sing you songs of love

Of kisses cursed by the dog star



And when the summer turns to fall I'd stay with you

Watching the leaves turn gold and grey outside your room



For here is juice of poppy bruised

With hemlock black and poisonous infused

Yea life is a witch

And then you fly



Somniferum



Down on the street

The neon spells out my true love

How I fell for her kisses cold

On my skin as a tip of steel



Led by the angels white

Through gravestones blank and clean

On thru the pastures of green

I'd be all things that might have been



And where the angels fear to tread I'd walk with you

For there is nothing that can harm a love that's true



For here is juice of poppy bruised

With hemlock black and poisonous infused

Yea life is a witch

And then you fly



Somniferum



And death is not black

But snow white as charms

Treasured out of sight

Untouched by the august sun

Unto which all life must be undone



Oh in the end

Love, dream and death are one again