I\'ve made love to life\'s dark shadow, grown comfortable in her arms
I\'ve kissed her lips and ran my hands over her hips, breast and charms
A siren\'s dance a macabra romance, seduced as a necrophile slave
She beckons my age and mortal cage, to bed with her in the grave
Dry bones covered with stones, form a blanket of rock for my bed
Her dark womb a traveling tomb, silent brothel of the dead
In naked orgy wild, a virgin defiled, rolled in a brief orgasm of life
Each breath, between being or death, balanced on the edge of a knife