A dream of falling, falling, eyes of
ebony glow,
I hear him calling, calling, and I
know that I must go.
I feel my passions growing, I can’t
resist his call,
For me there’ll be no slowing, I
must give him my all
I know when he finally takes me,
for me, the day will end,
But the night is where I long to
be, where passions can begin.
I see his eyes, they beckon me,
my body feels on fire,
I know he’ll set my passions free,
I’m filled with wild desire.
He stands before me, dark and
tall, and beckons with his eyes,
I try to fight, my strength is
small, and my soul is agony
cries.
My strength is slipping fast away,
I know that I must fly,
I will not see another day, but
never will I cry.
So now that he and I are one, our
nights burn wild with lust,
Mortals flee before us, run, then
soon turn into dust.
But we go on and on and on, our
blood lust never ends,
And when at last the light is
gone, our night of fire begins.
I see you standing there alone, in
the shadows of the night,
Feel my passion, how it’s grown,
let’s drown in lust’s delight,
Then you, like me, can know the
fire, the heat and power burns
bright,
Then you can know the wild
desire, the blood lust of the
night.