Her soul has sullen
With the windswept rock
Long has she been tethered
In her sealed cloister – vampire…Anchoress
Unto solipsistic spiritual vortex
Thee, alone, in presumed death
I proffer mortal blood
And though these corridors
Lead to a nature you’ll never feel
A bated will, shall not you suffer
For you, Anchoress, cannot relinquish the thirst
In her sealed cloister – vampire…Anchoress
Unto solipsistic spiritual vortex
Thee, alone, in presumed death