Denethor Kiss Of Death
Underneath a waxing funeral moon
shines the light of darkness, black and cold
slow and silent the end comes near
as he appears to kiss her neck
In her sleep, so soft and deep,
he steps towards her to touch her skin
white like milk, soft and warm
Only the unknown can see thy fate
when evil comes near
and darkness surrounds
Sleeping 'till death she dreams of blood
rain comes down, dark clouds inside
she feels the teeth, a piercing pain, an awful heat
Blood flows out of the wounds so deep
Her warmth drifts away
the cold takes a part of her body
Filled with her life she flies away into the night
laughing and satisfied he leaves her place
his hunger dies 'till another white virgin shall pay her price
