You`re kindred blood of mine
and our love
is hidden fiend who`s throbbing by undying heart
unveiled pulse of mutual lives will lure us
your subtle soul is my reclusion
neither tarnation nor delusion
but beauty is a clue
we won`t be secluded
and all the pangs have been subdued
my endless, but despaired spirit
and only you are able to reveal it
no lechery, no rampage and no lust
some slits of bleeders
and slain slaves of providence shall lead us
from now my gist is scarce
perchance this cureless curse
can be the remnant of remorse
and anymore my empty blood would not coerce
this howl is unhealed it`s almost hollow, so
there was no desecration for spared rest of soul
and I`ve retained for you that devastated role