Seduction from immortal eyes
Beauty that has already died
Skin, ice as the boreal fields
You want a love they cannot feel
Teeth alike that of a wolf
On a mouth with a sirens smile
From the coffin awake but asleep
Darkness's bride
Awaits inside
Beneath the wood and velvet lays
Body of wench out cold but there
Empty eyes seemingly stare
In the darkness of the crypt
A void awakes
She jumps from slumber at her prey
Night's ruby elixir seeps from wound
Begin to feel a nightmarish fuel
As I drift into sleep, awake I shall always be