Dance with the lilies in the shadows of the valley -

my lily of the valley of the shadow of death.

Her velvet shadows in the rain,

disturbs the stillness of the hour.

Each crimson kiss a tender pain,

like plucking petals from a flower.

She took me pure as driven snow -

held my hand and then let go.

Matriarch of lust nocturnal -

fill her vessel with your fire.

Child endowed with life eternal -

taste the well of her desire...

She is my mother in darkness.

Dance with the lilies in the shadow of the valley -

my lily of the valley of the shadow of death.

A pierced lip - a warm embrace,

ice blue eyes that chill my heart,

Valkyrie kisses burn my face -

this 'red thirst' tears my world apart.

What is a poor boy meant to do?

I close my eyes and wish I knew.

She rips the throats from singing angels,

white wings stained red with ruby tears.

Bare limbs entwined within a casket

wrapped in bloody afterglow

so many questions we could ask -

but do we really need to know?

Now she is my mother in darkness.

Dance with the lilies in the shadows of the valley -

my lily of the valley of the shadow of death.