Tonight I walk, where the vampires walk
Where the virgin blood drips,
And the iron cross,
Crumbles in your palm.
Tonight (I walk) where passion dwells
Where the red candle wax,
Cloys upon your thigh.
Tonight I walk, where the moon is shining
And my slick shadow
Is wide across the lawn.
(Tonight) I walk,
Where love is eternal,
And no matter
How many times (you or I)
Die,
We will always be (us.)
(us) in the face of adversity,
us in the face of the flame,
us in the face of a world,
Where (lovers)
Are broken,
And delivered to the sea.
The Bride of Frankenstein
Walks in leather boots
And a crimson blouse,
Seeking out her prey.
The Bride of Frankenstein,
Hides her love,
In a vile full of blood,
Tight in her hot hand.
The Bride of Frankenstein’s body
Is (to die for)
And tonight, I could gladly die,
Amid the vampires, the whores
And the lost souls,
Who crave and desire your perfection.
A red rose for you,
My love.
No, perhaps a dozen.
Your black stocking tops,
Revealed in the moonlight,
By my thick groping fingers,
And (you) always in my arms,
(As we kiss.)
2014