In the palm of my hand
Schemes go spinning round
Starving for fate
My bloody valentine

A peal of haughty laughter
A tragedy of shadows
Call my name
My bloody valentine

After the kiss
Drowning in the afterglow
Even death is pleasure — further down
My bloody valentine

Like a serpent coiling round
How keen the senses are
Conspirators of Pleasure, perhaps
My bloody valentine

When I take, I take by force
At times, savagery is sated
Violence is good — yes, sometimes
My bloody valentine

And then I bid the dead farewell
That is always me
I’ll carve in even the tears
My bloody valentine

Your bravado comes undone
Face buried, weeping in my bed
If you wish to laugh, then laugh
My bloody valentine

Spent, in madness
Longing, irreplaceable
Nothing but repose itself
Call it mere relief
I spare no expense
Toyed with by the notion of eternity

Call me in your own voice
I want to feel life
My bloody valentine
Finite beauty, fading beauty
Falling into dimming grace
My bloody valentine

Your blood
Leaves me running dry
It throbs inside of me
I would not mind being killed
I love you
I loved you
I am captive now
Dracula? Vampire?
No — Nosferatu