Bound under silky sheets she lies in wait
Born of the lifeless, once immortal
Raped by the barbaric wolves of the North
Her virgin blood spilled
She now lies in wait to seduce
Their silken goddess of murder
Exalted, she lies, pale skin and dark hair
The approaching satisfaction of lycan desires
Burning deep into the minds
Of the growling warriors
Guttural cries to temp the dead
Scarlet streams
Open mouths for death to taste
Rasping screeches ripped from throats
Born on rising winds
Clothed in blood, that silken goddess of murder
Robed in the scarlet life of the wolves
She falls into the arms of that vampiric prince
Her lover to carry
Sworn to her since that romance began
Seductive smiles mask her eyes
Porcelain regret shatters on stone
The blade penetrates into her very heart
Another corpse to burn
Slowly the silken goddess of murder
Wanders from the bedchamber
A silken smile masking her eyes
As she licks her vampiric blood
Cleaning her dagger for another seduction of murder |