My precious darlings… Born from blood, bathed in grace. The world fears us as it should. Silken veils and whispered cries, My daughters wake beneath moonlit skies. Perfumed breath and porcelain skin, The night begins let the hunt begin. Their laughter rings through hollow halls, Each step a promise as daylight falls. They drink of life, they taste of sin, My heart beats proud within their grin. Oh, the world that cast me down, Now trembles at their sound. My legacy, my sweetest crime, My crimson heirs through endless time. Crimson heirlooms, my blood divine, Through teeth and tears, their beauty shines. My darlings bloom in the death of men, And I would birth them all again. Crimson heirlooms, forever bound, In silk and screams, our love resounds. They feed, they fly, they never die, My daughters, my eternal sky. Their laughter paints the marble red, A symphony for the newly dead. Each drop a jewel, each breath a vow, They are my crown my sacred now. I see myself in every smile, The hunger pure, the heart defiled. They do not fear what they become, For I have taught the night is home. The fools who knock, who curse our name, Will leave this place not quite the same. Their blood shall write our lullaby, My daughters sing, the mortals cry. Crimson heirlooms, my blood divine, Through teeth and tears, their beauty shines. My darlings bloom in the death of men, And I would birth them all again. Crimson heirlooms, forever bound, In silk and screams, our love resounds. They feed, they fly, they never die, My daughters, my eternal sky. Hush now, my loves, the world will burn, But every flame will serve your turn. They call us cursed, they call us damned, But power is all the curse has planned. Crimson heirlooms, my heart, my sin, I gave you night, now let it in. Through death and hunger, pain and grace, You wear my love upon your face. Crimson heirlooms, my endless line, Born of sorrow, bound divine. The world decays, but we remain, My daughters crimson in the rain.
