Thus, let us begin the feast
What do you see? What can you see?
The far-off walls painted red, tinted with seams of silver
Do not forget the reason the knife in your hands is sharpened
The goblet half-empty, refill it after quenching the burning thirst
Find your victim, pick the one that captures your murderous eyes
Remember to stop before the heart stops beating else you suffer the wretched disease
Your lips, bright red, attract the delicious preys and rendering them helpless
Sing in the voice that lures them, lead them to their resurrection
"Don't need this no more", so discard the cutleries from your hands and waltz to the unwary
Let the image of the dangerously elegant you burns into their eyes
Let the feast continue, before the bluish hue of the enigmatic rose fades away
Have you being satisfied? Do you crave more?
Invitations are sent, awaiting the arrivals of guests
Let us resharpen the knife that you have thrown away
Your lips, seductive, captive the innocent preys and rendering them breathless
Hum the requiem you have prepared, as their final play
"Need no fear, this will end soon", cease their useless struggles and end your desire
No, don't let them go away
Lure them, charm them into your deathly embrace
The coldness of your arms as their final resting place
Thus, let us end the feast
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