Slayers کے بول

Nighttime eclipses the sun A blackened veil allowing her to mourn Behind empty stoic eyes And cold crimson lips that slowly hypnotize. Seduced by her dark caress All consuming enchantment Centuries of pain lie in her soulless eyes Begging to be touched by first light? Erotic visions of ghoulish lust Burning deep inside the both of us Consumate passion and bliss, Give into evil?s mistress, Our wicked union complete, The winter solstice comes and sorrow she will meet Behind empty, stoic eyes. No longer discontent, the evil mistress dies.