Black Moon - Tyrann

Witching hour, black moon tugging*

So silent here, so cold

Red haired witch, I can smell your grave

Down there, hidden in the soil

Cold, cold daemon soil

I want to lick your skin

Caress your flesh and drink your blood

I want to eat your heart

Unearthed demoness, Black Moon

Ravenous beauty in deadwhite moonlight

Bestial lust, daemon soul

Did they kill you again?

Witching hour, black moon tugging

I want to taste your skin

Caress your flesh and drink your blood

Feast on your heart and eat your soul

To tend your flame, to make you mine

Old, vile daemon soul

Life alone was cold