Blood Splattered Bride

The dark street is lit by the cemetery lights A place you'll visit so soon Midnight strikes as she's walking home again Unaware of my shadow behind All alone, an easy prey for my obsession To satisfy my need for flesh Only her love will cease the hunger Only her blood She smells my breath behind her neck A scream as she runs towards the cemetery gates There ́s no escape among this gravestone maze There ́s no place you can hide when you enter realms of the dead As the blade penetrates slowly Under the stars she ́s finally mine And the wind catches her last breath Between the graves we dance our waltz And the dead witness our love affair, cheering our feast with howling cries And the moon reflects on the dying Eyes of my new blood splattered bride Dear Diary, it ́s a full moon once again And as midnight approaches, I ́ll finally meet her at the graves For weeks I ́ve watch you in the silence of the dark For weeks I ́ve followed you home And at last we ́ll meet in this very special date That I ́ve been planning for you for so long The freezing moon, makes her skin so pearly white Her innocence never been touched Like an angel fallen from the heavens My little angel She smells my breath behind her neck A scream as she runs towards the cemetery gates She knows she ́ll never get away Like an angel that could never fly My little angel My knife shall carve your wings As the blade penetrates slowly Under the stars she ́s finally mine And the wind catches her last breath Between the graves we dance our waltz And the dead witness our love affair, cheering our feast with howling cries And the Moon reflects on the dying eyes of my new blood splattered bride Sweet taste of blood, as I kiss her lips for the last time On a sacred tomb I ́ll say goodnight, to you, forever Dear diary Is this last time? Will she be the last? But if a new moon rises over the graveyard I ́m so afraid That I will do it again As the blade penetrates slowly Under the stars she ́s finally mine And the wind catches her last breath Between the graves we dance our waltz And the dead witness our love affair, cheering our feast with howling cries And the Moon reflects on the dying Eyes of my new blood splattered bride