In the pitch, in the black, in the dark of the nightnI want you so bad that it hurtsnIt's calling, it's lurking, it beckons younFor the cursednnIn the world without end where the bats can descendnA pain that can only get worsenIt's calling, it's lurking, it beckons younFor the cursednnWell I thought that we'd live forevernUnderneath the pale gray skynBut now I know that without younEach dawn I'll diennIn the pitch, in the black, in the dark of the nightnI love you so bad that it hurtsnIt's calling, it's lurking, it beckons menFor the cursed