I would take your will... Your soul, when it's dark.
I won't take your life. I don't want you to bark... When the moon is full and the air is cold-blooded... They grow long, to a point. The throat becomes flooded.
Feel soo alive while you're dead inside. Come back to me and know you're my bride.
The undead of fate. The macabre sense of lust. You now belong to me. In this, you will entrust.
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