Drop down sweetly for me my love
where the torrid angels sing
and bring to life your silent prayer
with the promise of black wings
Drop down sweetly for me my love
where the southern winter writhes
in the icy grip of loneliness
one January ember shines
down below the mystic moon
in poetry of pain
from ashes of your fading faith
preserved in woven chains
deep inside the depths of you
the whispered needs were told
another tasted dreams the same
of fires burning cold
And further down the bridge was found
and the stars fell down without a sound
And the princess cried and the Phantom heard
and the love was known in the rhyming words
and her faith was found and his shadows warmed
and the woven chains were now disarmed
with the poetry of the undeceived
when the Vampire whispered
and the princess believed
