Trapped in autumn, buried beneath the leaves,
to the echo of the summer, softly weeping.
Sinking further in this sanguinary scene.
Painting pain with pastels, through her cemetery eyes.

Into the night we ride, scars wide open.
Into the night, you and I, torn and broken.
Bleed into the night.

Blinded by the sun's brightest rays,
radiating from the sharpened razorblade.
Side by side, darkness and light
play their game so unafraid,
their heartbeats synchronize.

Into the night we ride, scars wide open.
Into the night, you and I, torn and broken.
Bleed into the night, and I'll meet you there,
waiting for the world to end.
Oh, let it end, again!

Into the night we ride, scars wide open.
Into the night, you and I, torn and broken.
Bleed into the night, arms wide open.

Will you meet me there?