The moon is full and the wolves are awake
It is night of passion when my vampire is back
Oath in blood over the eternity of darkness
Our hearts fused in invisible haziness
With red eyes , we see the essence of souls
For thousands of centuries , we hear our fairy tales
A gloomy sky where we fly our burning desires
In an abandon palace surrounded by thorns
Our garden is a cemetery , in which we plant dead bodies
Cold and deserted , and only black roses
Horror !
The bell is ringing
My love is singing
The melody of evanescence
With words of innocence
Our shadows will disappear
Behind the robe of hunger
Be my gothic vampire
Sacrifice !
For longing
My little demon is digging
Our grave of immortality
Deeper than my lust
She dressed with elegance
To drain my impuissance
Be my loyal grace
Written by : Hajar Belhachmi
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