Dance with the lilies in the shadows of the valley —
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.