Unholy Dance - Sear Bliss

As the hour comes

She opens up

Like beautiful rare flower

Blood offered, desire taken

She looks through blue glass

A white witch of my spirit

Bathes in the black river

Of her blood

I feel sacrificed

She feels only the night

That turned into a dance

The key to immortality

Falls into my hand

My whole existence

Is taken by this scene

Unfulfilled souls gather

To watch as she bites

My feeding hand

We unite in the sweet

Tasting dream of enlightment

Dawn find this world quiet

Cold and unbearable…