A Klingon Lullaby of Love

A Klingon Lullaby Of Love (In English and Klingon) Come to me my little Klingon turtle dove Drive your poisoned knife into my enemy Feed me their hearts while they die bleeding Still pumping life under the old volcanic fight Eruptions laid with lust, lava flowing over us Molten rocks forged in fevered red in heaven Thrust your jagged teeth in me Rip my back with pleasure Dig with claws and howls to hell and back Under the exploding Praxi moon of doom Planet Kronos still orbits on but damaged Shattered but ready for battle to the death To fight in war is our birthright To die with you by my side an honor Let us scream together for a while A Klingon lullaby of love Psychotic savage passion is never wise When we rise to the occasion of a smile -Klingon- tlhIngan najmoHwI' muSHa'ghach (qaStaHvIS English Hol 'ej tlhIngan) loQ tlhIngan turtle Qa'oy Ha' jIHvaD tar taj yItungHa', qaH QaQ vaj jagh tIq je' jIHvaD wa'vatlh Hegh chaH regh reH pump yIn bopummeH ngo' volcanic ghob eruptions je lust, rIn maHvaD flowing vaHbo' lan chaH jag Ho' jop molten nagh, pa' fever Doq chalDaq forged reH jIHvaD Rip Dub bel pach bey pagh ghe''or 'ej Dub tlhInganpu' 'ej mol HaghmoHwI' bopummeH jor praxi maS doom bav poH'a' yuQ Qo'noS 'ach QIH 'a SuH ghIqtal may' tlhuHDaj qaStaHvIS veS ghob birthright Hegh pong Dop batlh maHvaD ghu'vam jach nItebHa' vIS tlhIngan najmoHwI' muSHa'ghach psychotic nongtaHghachwIj Qa' val not ghorgh QamchoH maH mon occasion