Scheherazade

Red nails

Black wood

No one can save you now

I gave you a million and one chances to repent

An addiction like the songs of Scheherazade

Weave through the mountains with the fog

Reaching some distant alchemist’s castle in the sky

How many years of solitude

How many woman’s shrunken hearts you wear around your neck

Everyone pays the price for romance

Before death

Before mercy