The 28th day
She’ll be bleeding again
And in lupine ways
We’ll alleviate the pain
Unholy water
Sanguine addiction
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction
It is her moon time
When there’s iron in the air
A rusted essence
Woman may I know you’re there
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Don’t spill a drop dear
Let me kiss the curse away
Yourself in my mouth
Will you leave me with your taste?
Beware
The woods at night
Beware
The lunar light
So in this gray haze
We’ll be meeting again
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same
Peter wrote this to elaborate on how he felt like a feral animal feasting on a gorgeous woman’s vagina and she happened to be on her period which only accentuated his ferocity of boundless ecstasy. I too know that carnal passion he so elegantly bestows us via his incredible lyrics and sultry voice...Peter Steele should have lived to be 150 years old...he was a God among men
RIP PETRIS TRIPOLOAR LORD OF ALL TRIPOLARS AND THE KING OF ALL HELL DETHRONING LUCIFER AND SENDING the former king to the black void never to return ever again OHHRAY AVE REINCARNATION OF Rasputin