It was one of those nightnWhen you turned on the lightnAnd nothing came into viewnOur sight crossed by,nHappy to be cursednWhere all this will lead us ?nnTwo dead heartsnIn darkness can only shinennAlways look at the bright side of deathnnToo many voices in my head nAs you rang the voodoo bellnToo many answers to that spellnAs you follow me now to the endnnJump from the chair, Use your knifenShoot your demons, drink the winenHold your breath and be my wife.