Darkness claims only a chosen few,
Whose remains are no longer alive,
To share in the depths of ecstasy,
Where soul's filled with lust fall to die...
Deep down inside lurks a fire of the beast,
She is a demon of the Gothic flesh,
A darkened soul straight down to the core,
Who has sentenced me to death...
It is the darkness that creates the illusion,
But to me it's just a tomb filled with fear,
For the beast that lives inside of me,
Has haunted me for years...
Screams inside take a violent turn,
In a symphony of shadowed lies,
Hiding and slithering in a dormant abyss,
Succumbed by the tears I have cried...
She is a beast that knows no containment,
Controlling my life, my soul and my head,
In sleepless nights of cryptic dreams,
Peace granted only to come when I'm dead...
Her passion a fire that burns in the night,
Angered pain that shows no remorse,
Each breath drains the blood from the veins of the heart,
And it is turning me into a corpse...
Shattered vengeance is all that she knows and breathes,
She feeds on the blood in my veins,
I am weak from her thirst for those fluids,
And it is driving me deeply insane...
Her fragrance of rotting flesh in the night,
An aurora of those who have died,
She walks on the tops of the graves in the mist,
Under darkened and Gothic black skies...
No one will live life forever,
Death is only a final escape,
The beast has devoured all existence,
As I stand in hell at the gates...
Waiting for the moment she calls to me,
In the realms of the demons flame,
She warned me that lust carried a sentence,
Filled with eternal damnation and pain...
Make no mistake about her realm,
She is the most wicked of the evil beasts,
The demons lust will take you down,
And forever in death you will bleed...
