Voltaire
The Night (Deathrock Version)
The day is the wife whom I eludeThe one to whom I should be rightAlthough forewarned by peers and kinI always get into the nightMother always warned me suchBeing a nocturnal soulBesides just being simply strangeSpawns from some illness of the mindthe night, she calls meShe calls me, she calls meShe calls me, she calls meShe sways in her velvet dressLetras de cancionesAnd pulls me towards her in the darkWhile the others restheed the call the time has comeFor all you children of the nightGather 'round like suckling dogsMothers come she is the nightCome with me to the other sideMake the girl in black your bridethe night, she calls meShe calls me, she calls meShe calls me, she calls meShe sways in her velvet dressAnd pulls me towards her in the darkWhile the others restit just seems very strange to meNot her quiet lonely streetsAnd draped in all her mysteryCould be so sweet and comfortingthe night, she calls meShe calls me, she calls meShe calls me, she calls meShe sways in her velvet dressAnd pulls me towards her in the darkWhile the others rest
From Letras Mania