Blessed by a curse
The devil chose me as his bride
His claim for me perverse
My shame banished by a ***** tide

They say I've got fifth ace up my sleeve
But it cannot be, for I am bare
Lying, waiting, dying to receive
The most exquisite nightmare

I paint my lips with his bane
His seed of pitch black dread
My master and I will reign
And prove the blood is indeed red

I've misplaced my last thought to resist
As my yearning grew to strong
Taste me, master, I insist
You'll find I taste so wrong