Innocent child,
how you thought you knew me,
understood my ways,
my dark needs,
the hunt is not the thrill I´m after,
I want the kill, the conquest,
to be your master,
wrap your arms around my pale skin,
it´s too late to back out you´re in,
on your knees and praise your new lord,
deeper now, and here´s your reward,

take me to bed and rip me apart...