Do you know why the night is our special time?
Oh, yes, I think you do.
When, outside, all is quiet and the sun dies behind clouds
You turn off the light, shadows enter the room,
And I find your thin, white body by my side. So,
The torment begins.
Will you tell me why the night is our special time?
Oh, yes, I think you will.
When, outside, the watchful moon is obscured by clouds
You pierce my thighs with a dozen silver needles.
So delicate, such torture; such prolonged agony. So,
The ecstasy continues.
We both know why the night is our special time.
Oh, yes, of course we do.
As, outside, silent, skeletal trees stand sentinel
You lick the blood oozing from my rigid limbs,
And your thin, white body writhes by my side. So,
This is my anguish – mine for all eternity.