I emerge when night is darkest, My hunger drawn by scented air.
Tonight, I know you crave the starkest, To yield to me, I sense your sweet despair.
You're so dirty, yet so charming, Again you sell yourself so cheap.
From this world's temptations, I'll be harming, Burying your remains so deep.
In your veins, the blood runs cold, I ask you, lie to me once more,
With dirty lies, your soul be sold, And sleep in your own blood, implored.
You're like a fly caught in a spider's thread, Corrupt, just like my mother was.
Who, like you, died a whore, bloodspread, Staining all the sheets because.
In your veins, the blood runs cold, I ask you, lie to me once more,
With dirty lies, your soul be sold, And sleep in your own blood, implored.
In your veins, the blood runs cold, I ask you, lie to me once more,
Lie that all this is out of love, While I strangle you above.
You look so much like her, I swear, Forbidden fruit, all rotted through.
Like a lost moth, caught unaware, That I drag along with you!