We are the Darlings of the Damned

Dancing our cursed waltz as the maestro of worms commands the consecrated grounds to chorus

A skeletal ball, a masquerade for all Hell to see

Come with me, lover

Come and feel my cold hands on your face as I move to kiss your warm lips

Remind me of the life you stole from me

Let me recall the days when blood moved through my veins

Observe, the gift you gave me

A nightmare you must think it to be

But I am happy here

I am at peace, at last

You delivered me from sanity

You led me to this place

We are the Babes of Beelzebub

The rotting remnants of lovers betrayed

Stirring the dust and bending the bones

Twirling through the spaces of the worlds beyond the human eye

Our graves are our ballroom, come, lover

Watch as we curious damned dance

Weightlessly we glide inches off the ground, silken sacks in our hair

Be as we are, take this blade so that you may lurk, as we lurk

You cannot stay in the graveyard unless you take forever into your own hands

Like I have done

Like you convinced me to do

Like my kindred damned have done

We are the Sweethearts of Suffering

Bound together by our hollow hearts 

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