Finding focus in the shadows
She wears her crown of thorns
Only in its soothing touch
Can her agony be borne

When blood and sweat are mingling
She binds the blessed vein
Slides home the sacred needle
And calls the dragons name

From its lair among the demons
Comes the waking dragons roar
She feels its hot breath rushing
Like so many times before

No longer are they lovers
She has joined the hopeless slaves
The love is long forgotten
Now pain is all she craves