Eternal love rises with mother moon, dusk has come.
It belongs to the ous, the childern of the night
To ous, whose passion is unbridled,
rich with desire, beyond mere human imagination
Pale figures, ravishing, mesmerizing
shrouded in velvet, lucid eyes shine.
As the crimson moon drifts above,
they move in the erotic dance of death,
They stride upon a mirrored floor,
where visions whirl in an dismal reflection
They embrace the pleasures of darkest desire,
the spell of immortality growing stronger with each victim
Gliding seductively past marble altars,
passing windows shrouded in red draperies.
Sensuous kisses brings on hunger,
the need to hunt, a passion that must be fed