My dear is just a dream away,
She is made up of skulls and revenge.
My phantom valentine rides on her favorite skeletal dark horse,
Ready to offer me her sordid love and her melancholic kiss.
She is romance not even worth the paper it’s written on!
But at least I pretend she is.
My Phantom Valentine,
Wishes night time was the day,
So she could roam around, shameless in her gloomy gown.
But I, as her lover,
Is greedy and would forever wish she is stuck in my imagination.
So that in day or night
In dumsor or in light
In the rainy season or Harmattan
I can slip away from humans
Who think I am one,
Remove my mask
And together walk with my phantom valentine,
Like a groom without a bride
Tears without a face
Dreams without hope,
And kiss her till her skull melts in my hands
For she – only she
Is my beautiful, and yet dark, twisted