Black at Heart - Astarte, Angela Gossow

In darkened eyes nothing seems so different

My poison heart needle lust

Paths of oblivion surround me above

Labyrinth patterns enclosure my mind

Always in hideaways away from eyes

I try to hold on to

Hold on to my heart

But always falling into a trap

I try to hold on to

Hold on to my heart

But always falling into a trap

Raise hell burning darkness no regret

Raise hell burning darkness no despair

Black at heart our music is our pride

Black at heart sounds so delight

Black at heart nocturnal art to live your life

Black at heart always in your life