The Key To My Chamber Door

Taken by the wolves, I was buried alive, part human, though my hands were those of claws

In the chamber where they left me, to die, the wolves stood by my side, I was to burn in hell

That is what they do to witches, and I somehow escaped, in the terror eyes, of the demon

My mind is not resting, my legs seem hollow, though I am still breathing, awaiting

The one that holds the key, to my chamber door, the darkness, I see no more

Until the kiss of rapture, upon my lavish snow driven skin, there will only be one to protect me

Only one, the prince of darkness, he who holds the blood of the rose, once we were mad lovers

My passion, holds deep within my blood vessels, throbbing with lust, tormented with pain

I shall kneel before you, I shall sing the song, of the black raven, the call of the fog upon the deep green sea

The death of our family, has rotted, withered away, now all that is left, is the two of us

We need each other, we starve for each other, we hunger, we thirst, and we beg

The key shall unlock the chamber, where I lay naked in the bed of bloody thorns, and red pedals

You must take me, take me with you, and we shall live, in the hills of the unknown, where the key to my heart

Be known, as I scorn the wretched town, for the hell they have put us through

Beloved, prince, my longing for your taste, I shall find no other drink, only you shall set my passion free