Bloody Flower Lord of the Lost (Ft. Nachtblut)

Last night I was dreaming you were dying
And I was screaming

The darkness serves my pleasure
Through the night
I'm haunting you for what you got
Don't think I do it out of spite
Now I'm here, just for you
And you are waiting for the shroud
I'm obsessed with the thought
That your lovely blood comes out

It goes down from the mouth
Through the neck to the ribs
To the little wet hill
Which is guarded by the lips

You're my curse, but your blessing my desire
You're my death, my abyss, but you're taking me higher
Preparе to die, the time has comе to devour
The burning seeds of your fleshy bloody flower

Enjoy with me the last moments of your life
'Cause you will now be acquainted with my knife
You call it madness, I call it art
I left my signature on every body part
Our dark love and the journey of my knife
Will tragically end with the erasure of your life