Dance with the lilies in the shadows of the valley - my lily of the valley of the shadow of death. Her velvet shadow in the rain, disturb the stillness of the hour. Each crimson kiss a tender pain, like plucking petals from a flower. She took me pure as driven snow - held my hand and then let go. Matriarch of lust nocturnal - fill her vessel with your fire. Child endowed with life eternal - taste the well of her desire. She is my mother in darkness. A pierced lip - a warm embrace, ice blue eyes that chill my heart, Valkyrie kisses burn my face - this "red thirst" tears my world apart. What is a poor boy meant to do? I close my eyes and wish I knew. She rip the throats from singing angels, White wings stained red with ruby tears. Bare limbs entwined within a casket wrapped in bloody afterglow. So many questions we could ask - but do we really need to know? Now she is my mother in darkness. Her velvet shadow in the rain... Dance with the lilies in the shadows of the valley - my lily of the valley of the shadow of death. She is my mother in darkness.