cruelmaster

Why do I not see the sun?
why do my eyes behold naught but despair in it's presence?
why has all it's joy faded
or is it that my inner child is jaded
what is it that pushes me on
when all i've loved may soon be gone?
the thoughts from which I'll never be free
this crimson thirst that's haunting me
I cannot walk within that world, where sun does shine on ivory skin
the thought of the hunt would draw me in
pick your victim, my shadow would say
and together their heart and loins we'll sway
our charms are not that great apart,
but together we might win her heart...
the gentled heart is not what we need,
but the yearning of body looking for seed
passion's slave are we who stalk the night together,
and the crimson thirst we'll share forever...
Now we walk from all of this
into the shadows where we won't be missed...
ever we walk at the shadow's end
hoping for another chance to pretend
the deepest love that never lasts
the haunting memories of a carnal past
look for the angel, her eyes burning free...
come here little angel, come burn for me...