Songtext von Behind The Crimson Door

Covered the carcass of time with flowers To send the scent of blame to the grave Set the darkest thoughts on fire And watched the ashes climb to Heaven's gates We hide behind the crimson door while the summer is killed by the fall alive Behind the crimson door while the winter sings: "Your love will be the death of me" Death served wine for lovers Brought from the world where devils reign and intoxicated angels with sorrow they witnessed in the eyes of their slaves