Incubus grow wings of despair
Ascending with succubus into the air
Razor teeth are forged
Blood tested and ready
To drink rich and sink deep
The embrace will begin

Blood draining slow, crimson worth gold
Mortal life ends, everlasting begins

Stirring the brews of favouring skies
Witches of death will leech off our cries
And as our only hope is gone
Forfeited and lost in daylight and sun
Cower back as your transformation begins
You've been taken to a new world
A world without end

The process of the embrace

Feeding is desired, your blood will boil
A desire fulfilled by a young, living mortal
Her skin is soft, velvelty and alive
Taken away by your instinct to drain her

Lives are now over
Continuous feeding
The blood is receeding
And this is the end of all
A new beginning to ring in as
The embrace
 
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