The Fall E

She's dancing slowly A fire burning in her eyes Her body's glowing In wait for hot and liquid vice The Count of Darkness Drinks ruby blood and widely grins Into the blackness She's falling, driven by her sins Her womb is begging All wet with maddening desire Her legs are spreading To quench the diabolic fire She's His forever High priestess in the Realm of Night The Carnal Lover Dark Queen devoid of Heaven's light He’s calling You’re going down