From Valhalla

A storm, a king, of north, of pain, In the night, I lay my claim. Kneel for me... Scream for me... I vow to love you... sinfully. You think her yours, but here she sleeps, In my shadow, pleasure leaks. Bound for me, in chains and lace, Run... run... run...I love the chase! Flesh and fire, pain and bliss, Her desire like Freya's kiss Caught between two wolves of old, A queen within a cage of gold! From Valhalla For her I come! No Gods to save her, nowhere to run. Bound in darkness, forged in steel, She'll bow to me, she'll learn to kneel! I carve my mark, she's mine to claim, To drink her cries, to weep my name. Her mouth to own, her lust to wake, She's mine to ruin... Mine to break! Yet in the dark, my name she breathes, I wake her darkness, twist her dreams. When she drowns in sin's decree, Does she long for you? Or ache for me?! Who will take her who will bind? Who will drive her to the edge of mind? Who will own her, who will tame? Who will pleasure her with pain? From Valhalla, her summons soar, A woman torn, but asks for more. Chained by pleasure, drowned in pain, Once lost in darkness, now... born again!