A candle is lit, I am awake again

Pulled from the depths to live as one with them

Drawn to the flame, I invade and take control of you

Beautiful host, lend me thy hand

Embark with me on this path most unholy

A dismal duet born of fear and regret

Love me, my blackend flower

Follow me back into the black

My shadow dancer

Follow me into the void

Convey my lust on your perfect form

The darkness in me keeps me safe and warm

I will remain here to liberate your blood

Soaked in the sweet and vile vale of your crimson flood

An ardent passion of forms intertwined

Exsanguinate the water of life from your eyes

A dancer swaying through the barren halls of hell

Deafened by the awful tortured clang of the bells

The tortured clang of the bells

Beautiful lust

We consummate

Blackened with poison to charm and elate

A dismal descent into visceral hate

Beautiful host, lend me thy hand

Embark with me on this path most unholy

A dismal duet born of fear and regret