He calls to me in the witching hour
Walks through my dreams into my nightmares
He gives me a potion in an ivory cup
And he watches me drink until I fall in love
He gives me a blade to make the final cut
Mixing blood with blood...
Satan, take me down below!
He talks to me in the silence of my room
Whispers into my ear “I understand you”
Then he gives me a potion in an ivory cup
And watches me drink until I fall in love
He gives me a blade to make the final cut
Mixing blood with blood...