shadows dance across the dimly lit room

shadows dance across the dimly lit room
time slinking by as slowly as the thick red drips
im ready to close the door to the tomb

and when it should be time i would assume
that the red from my skin will come from your lips
shadows dance across the dimly lit room

something that i could not hide, my gloom
and often the swing of your hips
im ready to close the door to the tomb

a drip turns to a boom
and cautiously comes the eclipse
shadows dance across the dimly lit room

the child of red breathing in your womb
tighter your hand grips
im ready to close the door to the tomb

after the life my hell would presume
my back taking the sting of whips
shadows dance across the dimly lit room
im ready to close the door to the tomb