It's the trickle of blood It's a long, hard road... It's everything sliding into place Because we've been lured beyond the grave... As our bodies fade into fury We enter that privy palace And once we trespass, there is no return from the wilderness I'm reduced, merely a fiend Nothing more than a demon that wants only you To be moved provocatively across your flesh I'm dying amid your caress And it's a beautiful death Your scent is eternally sweet as your sweat You're of a distinctly, divine form I know precisely where I'm bound Over miles and miles of pure, breathtaking deceit You and I have found our crimson, quivering lips can meet