Hours of passion and despair

The only thing one doesn´t prepare himself for is love.
This is where de Monét was also unarmed.

When I first saw you, I knew damned I was.
My heart trembled, of the glaze in thine eyes.

[the spirits of the night]
You know you can´t touch her, she´s undead and you´re alive.
You know she wont let you [I hear voices in my head]

Ohh the second look, shattered my soul.
I would curse myself for just one kiss leave this all behind.

[the spirits of the night]
You know you can´t touch her, she´s undead and you´re alive.
You know she wont let you [I hear voices in my head]

This fiery passion inside.
mm!jf cfnio?!!.?
The stars will align on our side.
The night is ours and the moon is calling me,
to join you to the other side My soul is naked with you.
The shadows embrace our bodies
I can feel cold steel on my skin,
a sacrifice of true passion
I have been kissed by the dark!

As de Monét burned in passion,
he felt this glum melancholy.
Now was the time. In the darkness of the night
he was "embraced"
destined to live in the shadows

This fiery passion inside.
mm!jf cfnio?!!.?
The stars will align on our side
The night is ours and the moon is calling me,
to join you to the other side

My soul is naked with you.
The shadows embrace our bodies
I can feel cold steel on my skin,
a sacrifce of true passion

And now the animal inside de Monét´s soul was awaken