Walking the streets by the light of the moon
Slip through the doors of a slimy absolute
Guitars were twanging with high-waltz and choir
The singers were singing in the old lullaby
The red lights reflected in the whites of her eyes
Of the hell under the spell of the night
Under the spell of the night
After the last song had turned on the
lights
The crowds were withered back into the night
She stepped from the shadow of her house in the shine
Shot like an arrow straight in the mind She
stepped through the door and followed behind
Of the hell under the spell of the night
Under the spell of the night
