As I lay you on the forbidden bed of nails,
you tuck your wings underneath you.
I want to feel your endless pain,
your sweet blood running through my veins.
For you my love are the King of the foresaken,
you my darling are the thorn on the dead rose.
My fangs seep into your pale, precious neck
and the darkness begins to consume us both.
May we rule the land of un-holiness
and control the tender minds of our children.
With one increadible bite let my venom sink into your body
and let our souls intertwine.
May you rise my handsome King and take me,
take me into your darkening mind.
Let me be the barer of your heart.
I shall be your Queen and together we will be lost in the fog,
together we will conquer the land of angels,
together we will be the fearfull tear falling from God's eye.
 
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