Your Invited (part 1)

Pit patter, pit patter, pit patter
Rain is dancing off her window
She lies awaiting his call,
For tonight her body is her sacrifice
Death the beginning not the end
Her soul his to keep,
Rain beats harder against the pain
As she continues to excite herself,
Thoughts of sexual deviance
Running through her mind
And the bitter taste of death,
She knows he's near, wind howling,
Her whispered name floats to ear
Invited in he now stands here.