Its wicked baby,
This romance of ours,
A foul tasting pleasure,
Reserved only for you and I,
Something treasured far beyond natural desire.
It's far more than holy,
Way deeper than it is sin,
But who's to complain darling?
When it's such an involuntary and noble thing.
There's a spark of magic in your eyes,
As is there danger in mine,
Nothing can rip us apart honey,
It was meant to be.
Is that a smile I see my love?
An innocent demonic gesture?
Is it not so?
Come on honey give us a show.
Cackles of eternity rock,
Groans of forever sing,
It's in our way as sinners,
Brethren of hell,
It's totally in our way.
Curse's in my veins,
The blood of sacrifice in your ways,
We both hunt together baby,
Keeping all good at bay.
A vampire of violet…
A witch of pink…
Two great beings of old…
Said to be extinct.
An empress of darkness…
A daughter of sin…
A love scoffed at by light,
No more from a sin.
Our love is more than a sin,
A valuable yet noble thing.
A romance torn in two,
By species through and through.
It's wicked, evil, sinister, and corrupt,
But love is far more then the just above.
In our breasts do wicked hearts pound,
Where ghastly passion can be found.
It's us that matters baby,
The moon is full and nigh,
Let's allow this passionate freight,
To be our wicked midnight!