"grant me his love, o gods of fate, for him, i slay, i desecrate!"
in the dim dawn's mournful light, she prays,
kneeling on stones that pierce, her flesh decays.
eyes weep blood, a twisted plea she sighs,
for the man she craves, her love, her prize.
in trembling hands, a heart still warm,
wrapped in rosary, her devout form,
she murmurs sins with every breath,
a plea for love, a dance with death.
her skin aflame with fevered desire,
in his embrace, she'll burn entire.
obsessed, her soul forever chained,
in the chapel's grip, her lust remained.
oh, let him see her bloody plight,
a lover's heart offered in twilight.
for his affection, she would fall,
to madness, to darkness, she gives all.
