Fiery blood will pour tonight as one stands in the middle, she alone will give body and soul to her Master.
She weeps to feel, and screams to be desired; waiting in the night for her Master.Come to me, her blood calls; need me, his blood calls...both far apart and yet in the same space.
She touches the wind, and is touching him. He wraps himself around her tightly...holding her and breaking her.
The night cries and the world she knows dies, as she finds her place in the circle.
To protect him, she will with her life, as she flys with him through the night.
As morning light draws near...
Empty the bloodless circle lays, waiting for more slaves to come, and in the end the soul is drawn here, as the end of days draws near...
