I'll take you in my arms
But I won't give you life
Gently within the darkness of night
I'll put my arms around you
Tight, yet not too tight
My lips upon your skin
Oh how I crave this
Your death would be a celebration
Won't you want it to come from me?
Don't doubt this
My embrace will be with love and need
Don't you crave my hands upon your body?
Don't you crave my lips upon your skin?
I'll show you a joyful death
A pleasure without measure
Is death such a high price?
When is done by the softness of a woman's lips?
Don't crave the death from me?
No wrinkles upon your skin will come
Mortal long life is not delightful
And death always is due to come
Don't you want to feel my touch?
My skin brushing yours
My lips hugging your neck
Don't you crave a death from me?
I crave your skin
I want your lips
Your blood is calling me
Won't it be better a dead under my lips?
Than by the slowly past of mortal time
By the birth of wrinkles on your soft skin
Just say yes
Don't say please
I'll give you joy
Death would not mean misery