Tell me
what sets your loins
on fire
what image
can you never tire
what cant your mind shake
run as fast as you can
its right in front of you
again and again
You can never break free
from its spell
its inside of you, Inside of me
fantasy, fetish, its our Hell
Run with me into the night,
let the stars fade into
the dawns cold light,
shun it within our darkness lair,
comfort each other
with our immortal despair.
run again run again
into our night
with serpents wings
on the hot winds of Hell.
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