Acheron

Dancing at the Devil’s ball

Golden wine dripping from my lips

I wouldn’t trade it for a million eternities

Even though I know it’ll bring my dancing feet to death's door

Keeping time with fallen angels

Skirts sweeping closer to the flames

The more I taste the less I care

What happens with just one more sip

I’m dancing on the knife’s edge

There’s so much beauty in that swelling red

So dark it’s black in the firelight

Casting shadows at my back

Moving down this smoking sizzling path

I can’t help but follow

Drunk on the growing burn

The devil’s hands dancing across my skin

Another sip and I’ll know the end

But the devil won’t allow it

Can’t stand to end this waltz

Between the one drunk on pure feeling

And what waits in between the banks