My Cup

Take my soul, empty my mind, take my love, fill me up

My cup, is your wrath, my body is your calling, and my heart

It bleeds with blood so thick, it is the dessert to fill your hunger

In the depth of my eyes, I see your pain, I feel your touch

And I will be yours for evermore, in my veins, I shall pour my cup

Where two lovers, taste the purest of our victory, native flutes shall play

The drums of fine leather stretched, across the millennium of time