Vārdi: Lux Occulta. Breathe Out.

This the last hour of the carnival
I dance, I dance though it hurts
Hangman's rope suits well
Every gentleman
Madam, you look charming
In the necklace of blood

People say there's a day after
Every night
People say there's sun
Behind these clouds

What a relief
I'll drink to that
Pour me a glass of poisoned