The Fragrance Of The Dead Rose

A part of her life has now faded.
Slowly her eyes have been closed.
This sweet poison has flowed in her veins.
She still has this silver chalice in her hands.
A picture of a Romantic Beauty stands on the wall.
A Breath of Death and Cold Darkness invades this crypt.
This silent Atmosphere lacerates myself.
The sweet young creature is now completely asleep.
My Lips start to kiss her virgin flesh.
I feel the forbidden pleasures growing in me.
I start to cut the flesh of this insert asleep body.
This Cold red Blood starts to flow.
A bloody Alliance is signed.
My fingers slowly penetrate the mouth of the sleeping mistress.
She has now totally possessed myself.
I rape Death.
I am totally devoted to her.
The candles burn.
Death has taken me in her arms.
Unraped Darkness.
I feel the charming dominant power of her dead corpse.
I will also fall asleep for eternity with her, for her and for her blood.