Enrobed in Deaths cold shadow
I wander through the night.
Searching in the Darkness
for her wondrous light.
Fatigued yet undaunted
I search for her in vain.
I need her soft caress
just to ease my pain.

Satin silver of the lost and hollow souls
In death I find I'm rich, but I would not trade this
life for gold
Kill me now, I yearn to taste sweet blood
Through the eyes of Satan is the only path of love

In their flesh so pale and silken, I long to drain
them pure
And through his palms of knowledge so much longing can endure
And from his loins I ask no resurrection
I claim the venom in my tears as though some sweet
infection.

Love me tender, love me to death
So let it be if I must burn with all the rest

The mists decent
the fog clouds my mind
The bright rays of the sun
cannot set me free
I am lost, wandering down this path
staring out the window
through the fog inside my mind

A thin trickle of the blood
run out from my leper hand
With my sorrow I will lay
by the Death’s bloody scythe.

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