Celebrate our love in the killing
Scent of blood and sharp blades are willing
Mothers guard your sons and your daughters
No place to hide from the slaughter

Blood flows around us so freely
Before the holy shrine kneeling
Corpses offered in deepest reverence
To the divinity of our preference

Sharp blades flash in the moonlight
Lips meet, the love is so right
Passion flares into white hot
Boundaries our love knows not

Never get enough of you
This love belongs only to us two
Lycaean mates bonded together
This union eternal, forever

Our fate is ours to determine
Ignore the whores and the vermin
Your ruthlessness is so chilling
Your urgent touch is so thrilling

Your love, snarled and seething
Can't resist this hunger I'm feeling
My dreams all come true
When I'm alone with you

Mallackai, the greatest joy in life
Has come to me in being your wife.

I love you forever,
Chasmina


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Naturalis, in the year 409 AD.