Stepping into this white woods, where covered in ash the dead trees moan,
You take my hand and place in it your trust; I tie you with my blindfold.
    Don't breathe— the soft breeze warns— the burnt taste of old and dust;
Hold on to me, don't let go— don't listen to the wolves mourning their home.

Just hear my song and listen to the sweet sadistic lullaby--
I know you have no fear of me, and we've never wondered why;
    This dark deliverance beckons to you, the grey eyes drew you to the shadows,
And here in our lost land of ash we wander, an entity drifting through time.

The power of your loyalty leads us on, I take you through the trees;
Soft snow would betray our path, yet in the darkness it is not seen—
    I bring you to the sacred grounds where a fire once began
Blind no more, you're allowed to see; allowed to fulfill your primal needs.

Love melts and twists into deluded lust— a vicious, glorious tune;
The masochist challenges the sadist, and we blend under the moon.
    A wave of pleasure masqueraded by pain, a loving battle blessed with strife—
Tangled amongst the fallen branches I at last submit to you.

And as the night yields to day, on your warm skin I lie;
Your arms hold me close, keeping me warm, and your head grasps at a lullaby—
    My sweet, sadistic lullaby, enhanced by a choir of wolves,
You breathe in its tune, singing along, and I know that you are mine.