I’ve been here so long

In your warm pond

One which makes me numb

In this awful slumb

Cold as the stone’s fist

Wet as mornings mist

Your long spiked tongue

Runs deep my wound

White leech

Whore of Babylon

I hang my head in your pale skin

I’ll find a cave

And forge the sword

To overcome

To split you in two

Cold as the stone’s fist

Wet as morning’s mist

With the sun’s first kiss

Your tongue I miss

Wake up my love

Nights of hard disease

I’m in your warm pond

With the sword I hold

White leech runs deeper