Wiping away the smeared crimson liquid [bad word] down my chin
With one of my little fingers
I heard you chuckle in a low tone
Raising up my hand to that pale neck, I can hear it clearly
The sweet sound of that beat is better
When it pulses faster

Just like a petal from a rose
It floats away gently
As it fades, embrace that woman in your arms
As she falls, and as she whispers
With that raspy voice of hers

She stopped, or another way to say it, she passed out
Due to the lack of air that she recieved
Taking away power, so maybe she won't be affraid
Kiss me, my Doll
 [bad word] around, looking for a key to the chain
She can't keep it up for a long time
Ah, the Lady of this night
Is so enchanting

The wind passes through the shelf [bad word] the long, white lace
On the otherside of the room and lampholder
When you can see
Him slowly licking
His fangs covered with red

Passing by me, I can smell that useless woman
It's not possible to forget it
That sad look you had on your face, Baby
Touch me, my Girl

Until [bad word] near she's quiet and all night
Your body trembles in it's sleep
And I will make you dance
Without ever stopping

She stopped, or another way to say it, she passed out
Due to the lack of air that she recieved
Taking away power, so maybe she won't be affraid
Kiss me, my Doll

And I see that you want the key to the front door
It's impossible to hand it over to you
So now, just close your eyes
Even the slightest bit.