nMove to the drum of the danse macabre nAnd come willing to me nCoin in mouth nGive me your so pretty cadaver nAccept this nThe cold kiss of death nCloser, closer, in this lover's embrace nWarm breath touches sallow skin nI feel you quicken to the thrill of the chase nAnd soon I know that you will be mine nnFeel my eyes burn within nSense the pleasure of hinted sin nHear my desperate cries for bliss nTaste the coldness of my kiss nnTighter, clasped in sweet caress nFar better this than aged attrition nAt least I will hear your crimes confessed nRather than silence from godly petition nFainter grow this world's concerns nFading, the ichor flows between us nFuelling the lethal passion as it burns nThe terpsichore of dancefloor lust nnFeel my eyes burn within nSense the pleasure of hinted sin nHear my desperate cries for bliss nTaste the coldness of my kiss nnMy beautiful sustenance, do not weep nAll must die somewhere down the line nAnd I must bleed you for my life to keep nKnow your youth's untouched by time nThis is an honour I bestow on few nAs Death's servant taking is no crime nAdmit that fate has caught up with you nAnd now I claim you as rightfully mine n