Red Blood Roses of the Hunter

I find myself in a strange place, I can not find my way out, I see red, I see black

The black cat is on my lap, the shrilling sounds of thunder, rage in the black of doom

I am shivering, I am weeping, and I am crying inside my soul, I have aged one hundred times

My eyes feel sad, my love has drifted in the ice bergs of Iceland, and I must find him

The hunter warrior of death, I must reach, I must give him this message, and the scent

Of red blood roses, will bring him near, suddenly the cat has scratched my neck, danger

Has set fire, and in this tomb of darkness, I flee, the angry faces of skulls, are looking at me

Falling from the stormy sky of lightening, the hunter warrior appears, his eyes demon gold

I fall unto my knees, begging him to find my prince, as the ice ages of death will soon take him

I must sacrifice my first child, and my wish will be granted, as I lay naked on the stones

of madness

I am raped by the thoughts of sin, by the hunters blood, he lavishes me with roses, oh, so sweet

Engaging my every thought, of lust and want, my body drips with sweat, and I am his for the night

I shall give up the child, so that he can become the next hunter of red blood roses

The ice is breaking inside my heart, and I feel my lover, my prince, I feel his bite, inside my mind

He calls for me, I must leave, and hope for forgiveness, my skin is tainted, and my lips are promised only to one

It may be another hundred years, but I shall find the secret door, the bloodshed of the thorns

Shall not keep me away, for I am his chosen one, I am the red sensual bride, of all decades

And his thirst, is my thirst, I would sacrifice, all I own, for his kiss upon my neck