Blood Blood red curtains are for me to see, Blood red liquid runs down your arm for me. You will cut yourself when I say... Agree? But I will not do the same for you. I like the smell of burnt flesh when I brand you. You squirm and squeal, but it doesn't bother me what you do. Your chained to these castle walls. I love the smell of your burning hair. I love the smell of burnt you in the morning. Drip on...Mi Amore