Перевод песни Lord of the Lost - Nachtblut - Bloody Flower

Last night I was dreaming:
You were dying and I was screaming.

The darkness serves my pleasure,
Through the night,
I’m haunting you for what you got.
Don’t think I do it out of spite.

Now I’m here, just for you,
And you are waiting for the shroud,
I’m obsessed with the thought,
That your lovely blood comes out.

It goes down, from the mouth,
Through the neck to the ribs,
To the little wet hill,
Which is guarded by the lips.

You’re my curse,
But you blessing my desire,
You’re my death, my abyss,
But you’re taking me higher.

Prepare to die,
The time has come to devourer,
The burning seed
Of your fleshy, bloody flower.

Enjoy with me
The last moments of your life,
Cause you will now be acquainted
With my knife.

You call it madness… I call it art.
I left my signature on every body part.
Our dark love and the journey of my knife
Will tragically end with the erasure of your life.

It goes down, from the mouth,
Through the neck to the ribs,
To the little wet hill,
Which is guarded by the lips.

You’re my curse,
But you blessing my desire,
You’re my death, my abyss,
But you’re taking me higher.

Prepare to die,
The time has come to devourer,
The burning seed
Of your fleshy, bloody flower.

Last night I was dreaming:
You were dying…