Through the decadent streets Some delicate fiends, float From the shadows to the street light Some faces of pale, unveil So silent and still, I grab your scarlet hands And I take you and hold you... hard We reach the top of this dark dark hill And my heart rattles Against my ribs Against my ribs Against my ribs We reach the top of this dark dark hill And my heart rattles Against my ribs (Wooo) A misty path with frowning trees, whispering They poke from view Of an icy moon And talks protrude Of doom and gloom So silent and still, I grab your scarlet hands And I take you and hold you... hard We reach the top of this dark dark hill And my heart rattles Against my ribs Against my ribs Against my ribs We reach the top of this dark dark hill And my heart rattles Against my ribs