Down on the street 
The night is a whore 
for dreams of fools 
Where things of old 
Still turn to gold 
In hands of ghouls 

Oh I would castrate you 
A choir of the damned 
To sing you songs of love 
Of kisses cursed by the Dog star 
And when the summer turns to fall 
I'd stay with you 
Watching the leaves turn gold and grey 
outside your room 

For here is juice of poppy bruised 
With hemlock black and poisonous infused 
Yeah life is a witch 
And then you fly 

Somniferum 

Down on the street 
The neon spells out my true love 
Oh how I fell for her kisses cold 
On my skin as a tip of steel 

Led by the angels white 
Through gravestones blank and clean 
On thru the pastures of green 
I'd be all things that might have been 

And where the angels fear to tread 
I'd walk with you 
For there is nothing 
that can harm a love that?s true 

For here is juice of poppy bruised 
With hemlock black and poisonous infused 
Yeah life is a witch 
And then you fly 

Somniferum 

And death is not black 
But snow white as charms 
Treasured out of sight 
Untouched by the August sun 
Unto which all life must be undone 
Oh in the end 
Love, dream and death are one again