Marching to Hell

I bring you death
And steal your breath
I am your fiend and foe
The pain I reap I've sewn

Into you I carve my love
With every gush of blood
That flows out from that wound
My seeds of passion bloom

I succumb to the inner thirst
So violent this outburst
This craving I cannot quell
Again I descend to Hell

My word is bind and chain
You love to hate my pain

I descend to Hell

I am prey
To the ultimate
desires of the fleshy pleasures
This longing I cannot see but feel
Breaks my mind... and will.