Listen
Lyrics
She comes in the night
No sound, no light
I wait, I fall
Into her call
A breath, a flame
She speaks my name
No past, no pain
Just dark remains
Daughter of dusk
Shadow and skin
She draws me close
She pulls me in
Eyes like smoke
Voice so thin
She steals my sleep
She crawls within
No love, no rest
Just her embrace
I lose myself
In her cold grace
Daughter of dusk
Forever near
She feeds on dreams
And swallows fear
She doesn’t cry
She doesn’t care
She walks through fire
Like empty air
No stars, no dawn
No final sign
Only her kiss
Outside of time
The idea#
She arrives without sound or light—daughter of dusk, shadow and skin, eyes like smoke. No love, no rest: only cold grace that feeds on dreams and swallows fear. Dark pop’s nocturnal melancholy fits a figure who walks through fire like empty air.
The attraction is not mutual story; it is captivity by atmosphere. Kiss outside of time, no dawn, no final sign. Whether muse, death, or night itself wearing a woman’s outline, the pull is the same: lose the self in her call and call it embrace.
![The art of Flame - DarkPop Music (June 2025) [Shakespeare] cover artwork](/tracks/the-art-of-flame-darkpop-music-june-2025-shakespeare/cover_hu_29f9295285decc13.webp)
![Veins of Grace [Album] - Darkwave Music cover artwork](/tracks/veins-of-grace-album-darkwave-music/cover_hu_7f6144a2ea4dccba.webp)