beauty after midnight, you'll see The wicked come to me We're burning after midnight, the dark Will feed our blackened hearts We're dancing like pure immortals after
[John Keats poem] After dark vapours have oppressed our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From
[uncredited spoken word poets form the song's intro] "After a week of smoky nothingness.." [voice SLOWED down] ".. the stars had returned" "The mountains
the dark. for our life lacks the beauty of yours. and while the poorer get poorer you could care less because youre set for life with riches. brick after
After the rain has gone and the clouds part The first rays of light mark a fresh start But I miss the gloom, and the dark solitude In my blacked-out
Freak worked at a beauty shop, said some gangsta's tryin to serve me Freak you ain't worthy, your gossip column is through And if some cats is after me
chaos without order on the ground Macabre was that view after offerings were done Wicked lady countess erszebeth nadasdy Wicked lady countess erszebeth nadasdy The dark
killing me watching you walk away slow More freedom than a field of flowers in a wind More beauty than a morning after rain Up the steepest hill, the dark
you mine Still I'm waiting in the park, Waitin' after dark.. Waiting here to see you again... [Repeat 1] I loved you from the moment, That you graced your beauty
Taken the long way Dark realms I went through I arrived My vision's so clear In anger and pain I left deep wounds behind But I arrived Truth might be
heavenly lake Her beauty inspires me, it makes me feel calm Much like being wrapped up, baby in your arms But everybody knows, that happy ever after
purity The moment all creation became silent To stare in amazement at the beauty Without you I am a summer day without sunshine My dreams merged with yours My soul loomed from darkness
sun will set forever One after one the stars they die The rainbow has turned to black Darkness has fallen in paradise Love is lost in memories All beauty
slow, and the dough was low but I took it as the perfect opportunity to grow plus I never traveled that far from home but I heard about the beauty of
mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication beloved by Set may the winds gather her together from the secrets of men after thousands
tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet Her beauty spun webs
