your face behind the scarlet veil
of twisting shadow's haze
warped by an evil lust
and your desire for
an unholy kind of love

black lace on freezing ice
on velvet cold as snow
makes my neckskin crawl
behind the haze a vicious glow

I shiver at your longing touch
you carve me with your raven claws
as I scream you start to moan
until you scream yourself of lust

blood drops on the marble floor
it paints the canvas red and dark
your back's bowed to an arch
I know you'r evil to the core

you press your lips on mine
they taste like blooming death
you hold me in your arms
and take away my breath
by turning kisses into bites

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