Allow me to bleed you my soul to-night.
For tomorrow, I am afraid, as I fell from Grace;
So shall I descend from life.
Devour the frondage of my heart,
As it peels when I sing to you my love.
As we, under the blessing Moon embraced, one Kiss of Life
As we, under the bleeding Moon embraced, one Kiss of Death

Bleed your healing ichor, form your fractured heart
Fix my broken spirit, mend my broken wings

The snow of your treachery stops my soul.
I am your voyeur, peering with ravenous eyes.
And weeping, I depart as you were ravished by a monster, Him.
Feeble with dismay, I retreat to our forest.
The poison charmed, my blood was scarred, consuming bleeding hearts.
And I, under the bleeding Moon, was embraced, by one of Death
And I, under the blessing Moon, was embraced, by one of Life

Bled his healing ichor, form his darkened heart
You broke my spirit, he gave me wings.

The light of your minauderie cast a shadow of vicegerence upon me,
As your venose curves infected me with nympholepsy.
I would have fain done anything you willed, your Vecordious Knight.
He awoke me from the waters of Death, my vivisepulture.
For to-night I kill those I love most, a myrmidon of the hunger.
To your castle I fly, on novel wings, soul ready for vengeance.

Bleed your feculent ichor, from your poison heart
Fix my broken spirit, and ascend on broken wings

Let me bleed your soul, for with my love, you die this night.