When a goblet's filled with flame
quench your driving thirst for fame.
Looking back in shame
won't set you free again.
With your beating heart to blame
me for tearing down your game.
Wild beast to tame
won't let me flee again.
touch me taste me
hold me close to your beating heart.
Hushed plea no mercy
blody ghost to your beating art.
Singe me lynch me
force upon me your beating art.
Fringe plea for exstacy
forge it on me your breading art.
Crimson sea to drench me
pour it on me your bleading heart.
