Walking down the memory lane,
an invisible thread that binds
A lost lover's fiery eyes says
The night is here to stay
The flow across the river is blood,
The path over is dust
Rising shrills of the living dead
The night is here to stay
Lust or love or a mystic journey
Or is it a sham for plain sight
Tricks and games for nothing to gain,
But the night is here to stay
Across the table she sits of me
Underneath holding a dagger,
Far in her sight is a dream so vivid,
That the night is here to stay
