The Lovers

Down the road is a place, of a graveyard with vined-up gates As two lovers, they stand and wait, to bring others to their fate His domination, chained by his side, yearning to unleash what they hide Bound together amongst their rot, bodies entwined in a knot Gruesome acts, which they commit no one escapes their deadly grip While he feasts on human flesh, she grins and drinks from their neck They come together in the night, damnation for all, before daylight