I want to wrap my arms around you
So I can squeeze out all of your pathetic life
I want to touch the heart I once knew
So I can see your life blood drip down my knife

And just the thought of you fills me with such lust
For your blood, your shrunken head and graveyard dust
And I can sense our intertwined fate
Born of such love and killed by such hate

I want to lay beside you
So I can choke you in your sleep
I want to be close and true
So I can feel you break and weep

And oh such bright, fiery passion
Burns and scorches, heat of destruction
And oh splendid, marvellous poetry
All I have left, heartbroken agony.

May you rest in pieces,
May you rot in the darkest, dankest pit of Dis,

Your Musical Harmony

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Tenebrae, in the year 554 AD.