Gypsy King Wine Song

Dreaming of a mountain maybe I was once. But I have to doubt it by the skin I'm in. Jagged peaks unyielding to the human fucks. Nice again that I can float. I think I've seen it briefly. In my carpathian dreams. Blood as wine, your blood and mine mingling. And it was all beneath me so long ago. And still I loved it so. The game had me enthralled. I just had to know. Bare your crest now lad. Why does your smell draw me so close in? I can hear your pulse. Is your wine so sweet and dry. That my tongue flicks and laps. Your heartbeat an invite, your sweet stank a call. Pain is all we gain. Sedated you lie youthful I grin. Carpathian dining wine runs red.