Whisper to me, dark candlelight
Because I shall not call thy name
I am the night and you are my day
We are cloaked in a dark vale of secrets
Our backs leaning against each other and holding hands
This relationship of good and evil shall last until the early dawn
If good mourning says, I love your evilness
Then, evil mourning says, I love your goodness
Heaven and earth shall know your secrets live inside of thee
