My heart is still dripping with rosenred blod.
Its flesh is still beating by pure love.
It can still run back and live once again
but it wont.
It only wants to beat in one speciel place.
Deep behind white ribs, flesh, tendor, and blood.
It beats its own rhythm
'cause its singing for it's home.
If you take my juicy beating heart.
Let it be the one who beats for you
if your own failed.
Let it be the one, who pumps all the sweet blood in your body
Let it be the one, who always will make you live..
The blood is nearly about to running away.
Dont waste it.
Drink the last divine sweet blood from my heart.
Many culture says you may not drink blood.
'cause blood is holy.
Because it has the power from the sacred soul.
If you drink, you would taste my cursed soul.
The one soul, who is cursed,
because it only seeks one person and desire no others.
You say that cannibilism is the greatest love?
Then prove your love, and drink my soul of sweetish blood.
Take a bite of the beating heart, who only want to beat for one person.
rip out the brown eyes who see only one person.
Open my skull and take the infatuated mind, who is fettered by powerful love.
Cut out the limed bones, who only breaks for one person.
Let the soft skin be your table napkin, that only desire the touch from you.
Tear my hair off and let it be your dental floss, which only wanted to be hold by your.
Let it all be yours
Like my love for you is yours.