Red and Black Gothic: The Fiery Finale Of Dark Romance

The curly black smoke is the devil's hair
A fiery red tongue was gnawing at the faded Bible cover.
The Gothic decadence is reborn on the charred land
As the candle burns out, the blood moon is the prelude to the revelry.

Scatter a handful of ashes over the withering rose garden
The flames and shadows copulate in the ruins.
This world is already incurably ill
Not to mention the dance of heat and gloom
Burn despair into the most magnificent funeral.