You came to me in my sleep A succubus all dressed in red Filth that you whisper is sweet But it's my dream so let it be said:
You must have taken the wrong turn You've ended up in hell
Hear me, temptress of the night, There is more than one demon here I see temples I yearn to defile, 'Cause our horns hide divinity
And I think that the smell of your soft skin, Is no less than the last legal drug So here's my seditious and bold whim: Let's drag the moon and make him watch
This grip will bloom into a bruise These scars are your tattoos
Harlot, dying next to me Is a pure ecstasy What a night! What a sight! What a sin!
Your moans turn into screams The beasts of lust unleashed!
This image is twisted, yet somehow attractive As your make-up flows down and glues your eyelashes The beads of sweat race on your neck as you're fighting, Your creeps that I yield make it much more exciting So I'll make you believe that God's not watching now, Make you believe that you don't wanna stop, Make you believe that you love to be hurt, Make you believe you're as lonely as I am!
Succubus! Your horns are broken down Succubus! Your wings are torn apart
Your screams become whispers, And lords become slaves, And yet we're still equals, As we march to our graves
I said - "what kind of man would not succumb?" You said - 'what kind of monster you've become? You've become" Oooh
Harlot, dying next to me Is a pure ecstasy What a night! What a sight! What a sin!