The first time I met Medea
It was a winter's night last year
She whispered strange and sinful words to me
Then every time while I was dreaming
She came and softly touched my eyes
I saw this man and felt this aching urge

I smell the blood
I hear him screaming
Look into his pain filled eyes
Oh Medea
Please don't stop the dream
I love to be inside
Oh Medea
I hear your call
His blood is painting flowers on the wall

As I awoke I tasted the sweat of desire on my mouth
I hoped one day this dream would become true
And now I can't wait much longer
Tonight I will show my love
How bizarre and cruel my lust can be

I smell the fragrance of his fear
He tries to hide his face behind his hands
I hear him screaming see the trembling hands
I hear Medea I can't control myself
I push the knife so deep in as I can
I stab him deeper once and once again
Dreams of Medea

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