In a trance.
Paralyzed by his fingers.
Under his glamour,
As he subdues me.
Stopping at my shoulder,
He leaves a gentle kiss,
Before he bites.
Releasing me Free.
All just to tease,
When he needs,
The feel of
traveling through my veins
heading right between my legs
bringing me alive tonight
Death and the LadyDeath and the Lady rode through the hills,
Like a bowshot in the dimming light,
One steed as white as the stars,
The other as black as the night.
Into the valley of fear they rode,
With the sunset spread like wings,
And the sun all red and dripping blood,
The partys footfall rings
Too and fro, from peak to fall,
Like the death toll of a God,
For the riders were fearless, mounts unmatched,
And their hooves with light were shod.
Death and the Lady descended like Night,
And wrapped it round their shoulder,
Riding through the enemy camp
And the wind they brought was colder
Than any the valley had seen before
Since men raised glass and steel,
And their cries just as ancient still,
Which the enemy woke to feel.
Death fell on their warriors,
A slash of black across the court
Lamplight whirlwind, blades and blood
And every wick blew short.
The Lady walked in silence still,
To the Black Lords dreadful keep,
With a sword as bright as moonlight, she crept,
And found the king asleep.