Take my rage, deep inside yourself,
Let anger nourish your need.
Let's tear a hole through time and space,
With passion... Let us bleed.
We'll scatter ourselves, our energy lost,
But we have plenty left to spare.
We have those bodies to nourish us,
They're lying over there.
With your Icy chill, running down my body,
I moan.... you make me ache.
Let's create new life, born of our evil,
It is passion we can make.
Take the rage, of my immortal soul,
And shake as you pull me in.
Quench your thirst for my love,
I care not that we live in sin.
Your murderous touch, it boils my blood,
Your lips I can't resist.
Fill your need to have my evil,
I'll give you eternal bliss....
Feast my love, you'll need your energy,
The Great Hunt is still to come.
We must store up lots of food,
I'll protect you from the Holy One.
A season of light, to threaten our strength,
For this we must prepare.
We can kill all we want,
And live without a care.
The Holy One seeks to cause us harm,
For this he'll surely die!
For you my love, I'll remain awake,
To attack him from the sky.
He'll come in quickly, and he'll strike swift,
Hoping to make us pass...
Fuck that shit, I'll be prepared,
To Kill his sorry ass.... |
Submission Name: A passion set apart...
