Flowing Through the Streets, as if I Had No Feet. Slowly to the Glow, No One even Knows, where I'm Going to Hit Next. Beautiful is what I know, when the Crimson Flows. I Feel your Heart Quicken as I Approach, as You Look for Your Coach. Now knowing I am Near, Hastens Your Fear. Looking into Your Eyes, as I Sweetly Compel My Prize. Luving you Without Consent, Excites Me More to Your Sweet Scent. Softly as I am Caressing You, I Slowly Bite into Your Neck. Tasting Your Sweet Flow, as You Softly Moan. As You are Very Succulent, Should I Drain You Dry, or Make You Mine. Make You Mine, I Do Feel. My Feelings Are So Real, Darkness Together WE Will Steal. Luving You Through Eternity. All that We Could See, Luving and Feasting, Romantically. Seductively Known Through Out History as CRIMSON TIME, Respectively.