Alba s touto skladbou:
Tricks, Treats, and Other Tales from the Crypt,
you're sowing the seeds of hate on fields of peace
curb your vicinity with vanity
you're proud on each and everyone fallen to your charm,
you're proud if all you bring is bitter harm
you're proud on your filthy evil me,
your personality is kissed by jealousy
your hunger stilled when you have killed
other's dreams to be fulfilled,
the night drapes the skies in sweet release
chorus:
black skies, your eyes,
the night reveals and heals all the pain inside
your black skies on my mind
a stiff body sluggishly on the floor
drives me insane cause I expected more
with every minute greed grows in me
and all these silent voices keep tempting me
from lust to dust, from day to dawn
filthy soil I smell the lawn
I long for the night dressed in sweet release
chorus
another day has died, black the sky,
I licked off the dirt, now it's washed and dried,
after all this pain you're so far away
chorus
(sweet child o'mine)
(bye bye)
