T.H.C.

affairs of the flesh and secrets untold
may paint you a portrait so ugly and cold
but just like the fire that burns in our souls
we cannot resist all the power it holds

we all have our candles that we burn in the night
they haunt every aching step on the paths of our lives

like a raven in the night
we rule a kingdom draped in black
hunting with a second sight
we know that theres no turning back

cover your ears when two hearts collide
unlock the beast that claws you inside
pale are the angels in which we confide
cold are the shadows in which we reside