It happend in the afternoon of a hot day
Mysteriously hot in a late september
What was her name i cannot say
But her face - oh that i remember
We haven\'t said a word
Merly few seconds it took
But briefly i was in a different world
When we shared a look
Blood red lips
Rageing against pale white skin
Dressed for elegant apocalypse
Embodiment of the sweetness of a sin
Greatest weapons of hers were her eyes
Black like poet\'s soul and contagious like a flu
In them i\'ve seen the moment when angle dies
That kind of eternal night some people are born into