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You were wearing sweet blood red crimson

I was cloaked in dark as sin black (black)

and we danced the night away

till there was no turning back

did we or didn't we dance

did we or didn't we dance

in the halls that were silent with ages

did we or didn't we dance

was it chance or circumstance

did we or didn't we dance

these are the prayers

the haunts of nightmares

Nothing seems to thrive in here

except death, gloom and despair