In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast
Her hips move and I can feel what they’re saying, swaying
They say the beast inside of me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get…

Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you’re saying, praying
They say the beast inside of me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get…

I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes and let me love you to death
Shall I prove I mean what I’m saying, begging
I say the beast inside me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get…

Let me love you too
Let me love you to death …

Poses: Le Poppycock Nyctophilia Gacha Dance of Death & Heart of Stone (Gargoyle+Pillar) Rare @Pose Fair’s Autumn Festival
Outfit: `M.BIRDIE / Halloween Costume B : Dead Bride. Dress 1, Shoes 4, and Veil 1 Maitreya @The Epiphany
Jewelry: .::Supernatural::. Morgana Choker Silver @Designer Showcase
Hair: tram G0511 (former Uber item)
Location: Pendle Hill
Lyrics in Post: “Let Me Love You to Death” by Type O Negative