Her Cursed Kiss Lyrics
Her pale touch is like the Winter's cold.Like the forest, she obsessed my soul... and her grip will not let go.And in her heart flows immortality,for she is of Lamia blood.And through my dreams she cameto my soul for thy blood (essence) summoned her name.In rapture I embrace the blissof sins of the fleshImmortal, I drank from her soul,from her very veins.I indulge in the sins of lust.And the shadows dance, to the chaos of her tranceAs the flames within her showed her fire.Wicked are her ways, of giving to thee, the ecstasy I desire.And Cursed is her Kiss that is forever morefor it's aftertaste is bitterness.(By Vampir Scorpios July 1st 1997 © Serpentlust Arts)
Crimson Moon Her Cursed Kiss
