Blood foaming from her compressed lips, I kiss her slowly fading face
And hold her crumpled bleeding form, in the mortice of our last embrace

Pale when I met her, as the ghost she shall be, for the rest of our lives, again haunting me
But she had to die, there was no other way, for our lives to begin no more tears, no more pain

In disbelief she sits, staring at the holes, slowly taking in reality
The blood on her lips, the hunger inside, The two holes Immortality

The blood queen and king on wings glide sweet death, forever young so strong so refreshed
Nourished on blood on fear and desire, More alive than in life their senses afire

Wolfen and drawn, teeth bared no remorse, No regrets for their passing no wish for recourse
Eternal ages, love that never dies, but for the emptiness caught in their eyes

In their eyes (ad Lib)

Doomed to the exile of eternal life
The deathless ... love