The moon was red and rising Her flesh was fresh and blue The mingled scent of death And the sweetest of perfume I tasted each forbidden fruit And touched what was taboo But once you've drunken Of the dregs No other drink will do She's my woman of the ruins My love among the tombs Sometimes, in blackest forest The brightest flower blooms It becomes an aquired taste Like a favorite brew With you fallen into ruin Amid the midnight gloom But once you've drunken Of this drug It's love among the tombsmore