A swollen Sun melting at the horizon 
 Between the sheets where I wait for her to come 
    A living flame, impossible to resist 
 Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick   
 I'm haunted 
 I'm haunted 
 I'm haunted (by her)   
 Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions 
 Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon   
 I hate the morning 
 I hate the morning   
 From the panes a green mist swirls 
 Is it a shadow of reflection? 
 This apparition in Moon beams bathed 
 A voice like wind through trees beckons 
 Cool rain on hot summer stone 
 The odor fills my presence 
 Of freshly dug grave and death and night 
 These things are her essence 
 Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover 
 Your mouth of wine and wood smoke taste 
 My goddess of the violet twilight 
 You are lust incarnate 
 In the sweat of my bed 
 The eastern sky hints of dawning 
 Alone and awake but exhausted I lay 
 Oh, how I hate the morning   
 I hate the morning (light) 
 I hate the morning (light)