Sooner or later,
Every curse is a prayer...
And I\'ve never been one much for praying,
But I\'d love to make you my religion tonight.
May we consummate this union
Until our voices grow hoarse
And our bodies ache.
The night air will be heavy
With our exhortation
As our passions ignite,
Enough to fuel a pyre for our loneliness.
I\'ll make you my communion wine,
I want to drink you so deeply
And sing your praises to the heavens.
I will sacrifice myself at your altar,
The lamb to your wolf -
Feast on me
Until I cry out in supplication.
Only God knows how I love you...
A fallen angel will regain his wings
And for a moment,
Love makes us soar.