Вершы: HIM (His Infernal Majesty). Behind The Crimson Door.

Covered the carcass of time with flowers
To send the scent of blame to the grave
Set the darkest thoughts on fire
And watched the ashes climb
To Heaven's gates we hide

Behind the crimson door
While the summer is killed by the fall alive
Behind the crimson door while the winter sings:
Your love will be the death of me

Death served wine for lovers
Brought from the world where devils reign
And intoxicated angels
With sorrow they witnessed
In the eyes of their slaves