Covered the carcass of time with flowers
To sent the scent of blame to the grave
Set the darkest thoughts on fire
And watched the ashes climbed to heaven's gate

Chorus
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