One look,
one touch,
one kiss on your lips
is all I'll ever need for you to make me bleed.

One soul,
two passsions,
one fire from my konfession....

Forgive me father for I have sinned
from all the pleasures that I've been in.
From the metal and the chains inside my head,
to the blood on the covers on the edge of my bed.

On the edge of my bed,
and to the edge of my head.
I feel no pain, I've no regret.
What I want I always get.

One look,
one touch,
one bite on your neck
is all I'll ever need for I to make you bleed.

Around the corners of the city I await for you.
In the branches of the trees I await for you.
Behind the curtains in your home I await for you.
In the holes on the ground I await for you.

For like the bat of indian brakes
my pinions fan the womb I make
and soothing thus the dreamers pain
I drink the life-blood from your veins

From your veins......