The night consumes the fires,
The ancient God’s asleep,
The martyrs turn to liars
And sheppards turn to sheep…
AND ALL THAT YOU CAN HEAR IS:
COME TO ME, COME TO ME, COME TO THE DARK…
The saints turn into sinners,
And water into wine…
The light that’s lost within us
Sends shivers up the spine….
AND ALL THAT YOU CAN HEAR IS:
COME TO ME, COME TO ME, COME TO THE DARK…
And as you breathe the darkness,
All senses start to fight…
And then you find that love is
The only source of light
AND ALL THAT YOU CAN HEAR IS:
COME TO ME, COME TO ME, COME TO THE LIGHT…
AND ALL THAT YOU CAN HEAR IS:
COME TO ME, COME TO ME, COME TO THE LIGHT…