There is a castle over the hills.
I glimpse through the darkness as the fog blocks my sight.
There is nothing more at this abandoned mansion than a slowly dimming light.
The pavement crumbles in concrete ruin as I approach closer.

Through the trees I peek.
To the woods I speak.
Telling tall tales to them hoping they lead me the right way.
I must approach this ghastly place.

Shadows appear at every corner that I turn.
Voices follow me through the misty forest.
Some things are better left unsaid.
For I know that these are the callings from the spirits of the dead.

A lone grey wolf follows me under the moonlight.
Guarding me or about to prey upon me, which one I do not know.
The belltower strikes a mournful tone.
The low droning sound shakes throughout the valley.

And I bleed again.
Over and over tonight.
Take all of me.
For I've almost reached thee.

I am the beauty and you are the beast.
I beg of you to prey upon my remains as one last fleshy feast.
My fluid shall create the largest flood.
Come forth dear servant and taste this bittersweet tainted virgin blood.

And here tonight the wind does not blow as hard as before.
The eerie calmness sets in creating an almost inadequate silence.
The still breezes linger around in the musty air.
Just as a small steady breath down your neck that sends a chill everywhere.

The sky is black when I look up.
But it is still so beautiful.
This is where I want to awaken.
This is where I want to be the place of my demise.

Now I'm in your dungeon.
Locked up forevermore in your isolated castle.
And though there may be chains restraining me from you.
They will never sever the real bind between us which we share.

Consume me as a whole.
Devour me up with the way that you look at me.
Be abusive to me.
You know that's the only way you can even show that you care.

And I bleed again.
Over and over tonight.
Take all of me.
For now I've finally reached thee.

I am the beauty and you are the beast.
I beg of you to prey upon my remains as one last fleshy feast.
My fluid shall create the largest flood.
Come forth dear servant and tonight may you taste this bittersweet tainted virgin blood.