On a very dark night, it is as though I’ve killed someone What satisfies your hunger? Someone dreams of you, yet you dream of no one What satisfies your hunger? The birds of silence scattered—words of the night melted away No one wishes for you to halt Dark lovers reach the shore where all has died out We have already been branded with the black mark I cross a river of blood in your hands and when I’ve drained a drop of nothingness, I believe you will name the very first name You are my wound, and I am to kill someone A very dark night of a gentle assassin