Taste my blood while it is warm
Break the chains of ice and snow
Take me away from darkest pain
And free my mind from all this hate
Take me away before the dawn
Fall with the rain into the garden
Where blood becomes divine again
Though it is cold its taste’s so fragile
Your white pale skin, your ashen limbs
And my closed eyes can’t see its glimpse
Forgotten soul and my frail Eden
Your baneful drown, you’re prayer sinner
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Taste my blood while it is warm...
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