Have you ever walked that path?


That hidden path, that's only found
beyond the darkest trees,
inside the forest, where the ground
is blacker than the seas.

That path where blood and demon wings
are everywhere in sight.
That path of far forbidden things,
just every moonless night.

Where demons gather - two or more -
away from moon and sun.
And there upon the forest floor
their souls shall soon be one.

Where vampires, with lips so red
- just like a rose's bud -
in black grass make themselves a bed
to taste each others' blood.

Unholy beings gather here
to slake their lust and thirst.
They know of neither death nor fear,
for all of them are cursed.


Have you ever walked that path?


Where undead creatures come anew,
up from the hell's abyss.
Well, if you ever so shall do,
then you will witness this:

The darkest demons lie entwined
within a tight embrace.
With evil passion on their mind,
they kiss with wicked grace.

The lust is burning in their eyes
- like fire is their skin.
And then they let out high pitched cries,
releasing all within.

And vampires they fill the air
with passion, lust and bliss.
Their bites are fierce and then they share
a hot and blood filled kiss.

Then gasps of pleasure pierce the night
as want and need increase.
And finally they reach their height
and scream out their release.


Have you ever walked that path?


Where death and lust are greater still
in absence of the day?
Oh, mortal, pray you never will
- unless you wish to stay...