Deadly Nightshade

The strength of her pulse is breaking her chest

She's getting wet from this feverish writhe

The midnight's cruel for a lonely girl

When the unknown slowly undresses her breasts

The voice - and her eyes wide shut

Her fever burns a mark on her bed

The path that she runs among these silent trees

Leads her body for me to claim

The veil of fog covers her velvet skin

As she kneels naked under the moon

The whispers from her lips and her screams

Invite me to her ecstatic flame, over and over again

Her bed is covered in dirt and leaves

And she's burning down on her knees

Midnight's cruel for a lonely girl

And she's getting wet from this feverish writhe