You found me on a dark night,
with a beautiful bloody moon,
why is a pure Angel like you so worried for a dark
and fallen being like myself? I’m curious about it.
What kind of interest could you have in me,
I have nothing that you may need
Yet I can’t help myself but to feel tempted
to taint your purity, the pleasure I would get
from making your white light turn black.
I just have to have you.
White little angel, you may have had pure intentions,
but you should have left me die, for now you have become my obsession
I see you fly beautifully up high in heaven,
but soon I’ll have you crawling at my feet,
for I am the lord of darkness and making you fall from grace
will be my greatest pleasure and ecstasy
Just a kiss is all I need to make you crave
the pleasure that only I can give you,
fall into your lust and become my little dark winged angel
After all you know misery loves company.
