My tragic dove calls again
Under the milky starless sky
You burn our tie
Fake a cry
And then fly away
Oh, burn me

Your flaming tongue strikes again
Like the insect's deadly flight
Into the light
Bright, holy white
I crave your kissing bite
Oh, fool me

Fool me – burn me flame-blue, oh-uh-oh
Fool me – burn me flame-blue, oh-uh-oh

How did we cross this raging stream of time?
Oh, well, it couldn't have been our love
Our dying dove
Falling from above
And drowning in the waves
Oh, take me, too

Fool me – burn me flame-blue, oh-uh-oh
Fool me – burn me flame-blue, oh-uh-oh

Your razor lips
They slide over my face
Your breath burns my flesh
Your claws tear out my ribs
And still I crave for more
And still I crave for more
And still I crave for more
And still I crave for more
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh