Crimson Concerto

My lurking want, for carnal sins
 Your flesh my desire
 And to cleanse my violin
 Your throat I slit
 And yet I need no help to cure
 My sanious abuse
 A single jerk, is all it needs
 To bring me to my climax,
 And to bring you to your knees
 You're all I want, my corpses to be
 My music incomplete
 Until I bathe my strings in thee
 'Tis not for fun,
 I feed on death
 It provides me with the tunes I play
 I give you but the best
 A price to pay, but not a fee
 One human more or less
 Is quite indifferent to me
 You'll find my strings around your neck
 Your flesh will tense and start to break
 Your blood will spurt and drench my hands
 To give my notes a certain clang
 My violin I scrub and wax
 But not with polish, soap or varnish
 A finer substance I recquire
 I soak it in human carnage
 Soaking, dampening my strings
 Bathing the wood of my precious violin
 Laughing, whistling as I work
 Immersing my life in the sogginess of your blood...