I am aroused, so fear me when I'm near,
You know the taste of all my sweat and blood.
I know the secret words to call you here;
You can't resist the impulses that flood.

And when you crack, I'm ready with the salt:
Mix well with wounds, still open from the flames.
You want me here, don't think it's not your fault
That turned me sour, filled my mind with games.

Your sacred pain, I'll drink it like a wine.
And writhe, sweet one, for I won't leave a drop.
You fill my soul, our union is divine;
The mighty devil feeds upon the slop.

The ways of evil will not let us down.
Don't run from me; I kill without a sound.
~ one that must remain nameless.