You are holy and during one night only
I have cherished your taste like sin.

Like an ancient relic they do worship -
fools gold always have to have a religion:

It is your body.

(You do taste exactly like strawberries, did you know?)

You do follow and you do command.
You do beg and you do bleed
into my mouth -
like I'm the shelter while your drowning
into a bliss so bloody immortal it hurts.
Being undead does have it's perks,
let me show them.

Undead. Undead.
Did I steal your breath?

You're now one among us -
we're the fallens. 

Come into my coffin, let me teach a trick or two.

The night falls upon us
and we are
the blessed ones.

Her children.