Blood Has Been Shed – And A Seraphim Cries

now with my voice I call your name

and with those hands I reach for you

this search is over I covet your taste

you are the gift I have longed for

beautiful dreamer

sleep eternal and dream of me

a face that follows a face that haunts

deprivation awaits

but still I ignore what exhumes

and destroys my trust

and I walk this precipice and I fear the fall

and the two intertwine

there is nothing but you and I

be still for I am now your god

fall into my arms and weep for me

your dying breath a song of love

remember me

this body means nothing

my only sin was the longing

every object so fleeting

you were chosen you were special

I pray for innocence

you were chosen you were special

and once again the hunger begins anew

and there is blood on my hands