Tree Of Snakes

Walking In a cemetery
Inside a Black room
Into the long night
Evil moon rises
Met her under this tree
which grows snakes and flea
She wanted to dance
The dance of the damned
We danced with vampires
Until the minute of dawn
Time was melting down
Only wished to stop it
To taste her lips again
Before she turns to dust
Can't forget the taste
It tasted like lust
That was conquering my body
And freezing every nerve
I wished that the sun
Would not rise or set again
The dark one was hiding
behind her cemetery
under the evil setting moon
she turns to dust
after letting go of my trust
she only left me hanging
unto the snake's vine