I wasn't prepared for your spell,
You cast it deep and snared me well.
You must be the Prince of the Night,
With eyes that speak of dark delight.
Those lips that deeply drink my soul,
Strong hands that rob me of control.
The very air I breathe-- for you.
Your every wicked wish, I'll do.
I'm weak against your evil charm,
My heart resists my brain's alarm.
If this is Hell, I'll live in sin,
If this is death, kill me again.