chalices full of your blood this night
cheers! hold your gold near the moonlight
stole some of your love only on a Sunday night,
when dad allowed me a second on earth in return for my sparkling heart tangled in my blonde hair
a love worth a deal with the devil shall only last a night,
imitating how angels play the harp - in your bed
drenching the sheets with blood
blood of a million other boys before you,
their legacy never dies
trophied, worth of millions -
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