Behind the Crimson Door

Covered the carcass of time with flowers

To send the scent of blame to the grave

Set the darkest thoughts on fire

And watched the ashes climb to Heaven's gates



We hide behind the crimson door

While the summer is killed by the fall

Alive behind the crimson door

While the winter sings:

Your love will be the death of me' (Death of me)

Your love will be the death of me'



Death served wine for lovers

Brought from the world where devils reign

And intoxicated angels with sorrow

They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves



We hide behind the crimson door

While the summer is killed by the fall

Alive behind the crimson door

While the winter sings:

Your love will be the death of me' (Death of me)

Your love will be the death of me'