my lily of the valley of the shadow of death.

Her velvet shadows in the rain,
disturbs the stillness of the hour.
Each crimson kiss a tender pain,
like plucking petals from a flower.

She took me pure as driven snow -
held my hand and then let go.

Matriarch of lust nocturnal -
fill her vessel with your fire.
Child endowed with life eternal -
taste the well of her desire...

She is my mother in darkness.

Dance with the lilies in the shadow of the valley -
my lily of the valley of the shadow of death.

A pierced lip - a warm embrace,
ice blue eyes that chill my heart,
Valkyrie kisses burn my face -
this 'red thirst' tears my world apart.
What is a poor boy meant to do?
I close my eyes and wish I knew.

She rips the throats from singing angels,
white wings stained red with ruby tears.

Bare limbs entwined within a casket
wrapped in bloody afterglow
so many questions we could ask -
but do we really need to know?

Now she is my mother in darkness.

Dance with the lilies in the shadows of the valley -
my lily of the valley of the shadow of death