Come with me and taste my blood, fill in your body with the essence of my life
The same blood my ancestors from the Far East had given me as a Gift
That will never be gone.

I open my skin for you to see the Red River of my soul, now touch it with your lips
Slowly taste the richness and warmth of my blood, feel it rushes down your throat
Drop by drop I integrate inside you.

Now it flows like it speaks with nature, you begin to swallow a spoonful of my blood
Taste the sweetness, the bittersweet, the taste of innocence, and the taste of madness
The blood has been prepared for hundreds of years now and it’s time.

Like wine preserved beyond time we fail to recognize, when she is ready, we feast
And my blood that has been nurtured, untouched by the revolution of genetic power
I want you to digest all of what I am.

And when all that makes up of me runs through your vessel, heart, mind and soul
It is my will to pump your blood out through your pulsating heart, beating for me
I have become your blood, your life.

Slowly my dear as you crave for more of me, your heart pulsates furiously, madly
Pumping out so much blood, red, red, pure, delicious, warm, red, red, embracing
And you will drown in your own life.

I will watch you struggle and hear your silent scream as you swallow your blood
And my immaculate blood pulls you down and you submit in an orgasmic strife
And you die while I am in you, smiling.