It was December 25th
In the year of the Lord 1953
I sat in the pews
Hands together praying
My timid little hands
Were strung with rosaries
I was there and so was you
You looked at me and I looked at you
In that way that only lovers knew
Like an angel of death
I could smell your coppery breath
Like an angel of hell
Your red eyes seem to read me well
That day you took me
Chorus: You asked for my soul
And somehow, I couldn’t say no
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I whimpered, and I wept
As your fingers would creep
All over my body they crept
Like the wings of a butterfly
I was swept away in your eyes
And you gave me
Soft little, sweet little
Bloody kisses
And you gave me
Dark little, lush little
Bloody kisses
On that day so far away
On the Lord’s day
My soul I gave away
There was no more need to pray
I wanted to so desperately
Lie my head down
Where it was you wish to lay
In your ivory fields of catacombs
Two lonely souls
Haunting each other’s bones
In your ivory fields of stones
We played a game
And on that day
I knew I would never be the same
I made love to you in the snow
Oh, how you sheltered me from the cold
Chorus: And you asked for my soul…
Bloody kisses
Soft little, everlasting little
Bloody kisses
Delicate, persuasive little
Bloody kisses
I could taste me on your breath
I whimpered, and I shied
When we made love, I cried
Chorus: When you asked for my soul…
Then it came time
For you to let go
I know I couldn’t
But I begged
And wished to follow
That breath smelling
Sweeter than a rose
And my body begged and plead
Do what you want with me
I opened my eyes
To see what it was you gave me
Long little, lush little
Bloody kisses
Wet little, little velvet
Bloody kisses
Soft little, sweet little
Bloody kisses
Dark little, lush little
Bloody kisses
Soft little, everlasting little
Bloody kisses
Delicate, persuasive little
Bloody kisses
It was December 25th
I was bestowed
The greatest gift
That of a dark
Intimate bloody kiss…
