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Buried Dreams - The Riddle lyrics
Those eyes, like pits of damnation. 
Like orbs of black steel. 
I stare into them and I am lost. 
My mind screams for release panic, flight!!! 
But my body does not respond. 
I can not move. 
His caress lingers on my face for a heartbeat 
and then his fingers drift around my neck, so gentle. 
They offer me no mercy. 
Like a wolf he pounces, 
his fangs rake across my throat and pierce my skin. 
Why can I scream? 
A blaze of heat: rapture. 
He licks at my essence as it pours from my gullet, 
then begins to suck. 
I cling to him like a drowning sailor, like a lover. 
My rock. 
My fire. 
My lust. 
My senses spin into the night, 
reaching out for solid ground. 
I clutch at the lapel of his cloak. 
If there is a heaven, 
I pray I go there 
If there is a hell, 
I know I am there now. 
I feel my life slipping away.
My eyes are burning, 
I let out one last moan shooting out the darkness and pain, 
I rise up, leaving my twisting and heaving body. 
I feel my life slipping away, my eyes are burning, 
Buried Dreams - The Riddle - http://motolyrics.com/buried-dreams/the-riddle-lyrics.html
having this torment my life blood will burn!!! 
The last sand falls through the hourglass, it is calm here; 
I am at peace. 
This be death, the unmaking... 
Heat!!! 
Pain!!! 
Confusion!!! 
I smell bitterness, the cold fragrance wrenches my soul from its rest. 
He holds his wrist toward me 
Oozing life, its red gleam beckons to me. 
I know but one thing: 
I must drink to live. 
Like an animal, I lunge. 
Greedily I suck at his skin. 
The hot liquor caresses my mouth. 
I welcome to its warmth. 
Nerves given up for dead return to painful vitality. 
I try to scream. 
The life flow continues unabated, filling me. 
What have I become? 
With a cry, 
I grasp wildly for the sours of life. 
It is gone. 
I collapse to the floor. 
The crash of broken glass resound somewhere nearby. 
I am alone. 
With the gift of life still heavy in my stomach, 
I sink into the realm of nightmares. 
The pain becomes ecstasy, such exquisite, 
living agony. 
We become one, as death!









