A quarter to eleven on a misty Friday morning...

Two Children Of The Night ingnore a fatalistic warning -

And are reunited in a moment of exquisite pain and desire...

And for the final time They feel the heat of Their shared fire.

They search the stores and shopping malls for carnal substitutes...

Finding little but desperate Johns and starving prostitutes -

And They strike Themselves in anger as Their tension starts to rise...

Why must Their road always end with these lonesome lullabies?

Books, records, videos, and the latest leather wear...

The perfect dream wed with the ultimate nightmare -

And phantoms dance with passions at a ghastly dreaded pace...

While The Children feast among deceased in a ghostly cold embrace.

The Children Of The Night reclaim Their kingdom incarnate...

As the wind begins to blow through the wilderness of Fate -

And the music rasps in triumph at what the lovers find in store...

And the rain condemns Their torment as the thunder starts to roar!

The festivities abound but They no longer care...

Two Worlds Collide as They tun and find the other's helpless stare -

And the universe stops to listen to The Whisper Silenced Town...

As shattered screams take flight and The Walls come tumbling down!

Time seems to stop as futures passed recall Their plight...

And once again They understand The Power Of The Night -

But sorrow overtakes Them as Their pain impales Their minds...

And They search inside for strength but a different hope They find.

They turn and face each other now with Their passion thus renewed...

As They release Their anger and outrage at Their world within imbued -

And a tear of pain and pleasure is shed as They reunite at last...

But They know this time it's over as They share Their Whispered Past.

And then the dance is over and the one again is two...

And They escape into Their cars where Their pain engulfs Their view -

And Their tears stream unbidden as the locks on doors are slammed...

And They realize They truly are The Children Of The Damned!