Garbed in crude shadow she stands before me

Pale like supple marble, a statue of purity

Innocence even drifts from twixt her milky thighs

A scent so sickly sweet a spell of giddiness arrives

Taking away my breath I find myself upon the floor

Staring up to heaven, her pearly gates and more

Thrashed upon a bed of velvet, crushed and needing air

She pounces upon her prey like a plague, my passion predator

Her blank eyes stare through me

As with her lips she parts them wide

Her fangs strike deep into my core

Spewing for her my life...

Garbed in moistened crimson she sways above me

Inebriated by my blood she breathes debauchery

Caressing my chest with her fingers like sharpened knives

Waning from my blood-loss a spell of dizziness arrives

Taking away my life I feel her lips upon my skin

I stare up to the heavens to escape her eyes, her sin

Splashed upon her mouth congealing stains, my scarlet gore

She rolls her head towards the skies and parts her lips for more

Her bare skin grinds upon me

As I writhe with a final rasp

I know I'll die this moment

Here in Pestilence's pleasant grasp...

Even as she tears my throat and the room begins to turn

Upside-down and insides out I can see my stomach churn

I still feel the wretched plague in my ebbing, risen core

I would give up anything to hold her just for a second more

And so now I've reached the end of the line

As she rakes her cold claws down my spine

Pulling the cord the light finally dies

Plunged into darkness yet I still feel her eyes

Through the ear-splitting silence I can still hear her sighs

Close my eyes and my mind as I reach my demise

And her wicked laughter still spreads like disease

Even in death my soul will never rest in peace...