Oak Grove Nights

Come to me, seraph nymph Show me your pagan lights and wicked rites Lift me out of this world of virtue so that we may find a world of endless, sinful night Let us unchain ourselves from the mildewed masses and embrace our every infernal desire, losing ourselves in each other's burning kiss and bearing flames of lust that drape Eden with fire Fingertips tracing a language of blood, an alphabet only spoken through tongue and blade, a dialect only uttered in the form of shuddering moans, inscribed crimson commands that must be obeyed Blood drunk and lust blind, our ritual begins, one born of wickedness that make the stars avert their gaze Performing magick that only the flesh comprehends before the world disappears in a red haze