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You're pure, but you look like meat in a slaughterhouse

I dream of going deep, kissing your blood

Why are you so wild and crazy?

Put your hands on my head

Since it’s time for us.

To receive a new baptism

With Sex, blood, depth

You were born of wildness and animal passion

Rule my dark communion

You are blazing in the midst of bone chilling cold

Lay down your head

On my lap

Hopefully,I will die under the snow

Hopefully, you too.