Lletres: The Blood Divine. In Crimson Dreams.

I've struggled to find the dimmest of candlelight
Under which to scrawl these morbid words

Through half-hearted and mortal innocent sacrifice
To dreams of the rising snake, beneath cimmerian skies
From leaves that fell under Autumn strain
To slowly dying embers, that crackle in the rain

I am dreaming crimson dreams of you

Oh, the scars carved in my body... I gave to you
The fires...
May your glory be jewelled

With gifts of armour, worn with pride, lost in battle
To the rings I wear that bear your name

I am dreaming crimson dreams of you

Have I ever felt this way before?
Have I ever dreamed that I could be inside of you?
Taste your ever sweet love
Bow my head at the sound of you crying?
I remember when I tasted your tears.