The word ‘magick’ in the third stanza is not a misspell, but a reference to Aleister Crowley’s occult lore.

Your chilling skin;
Melted to mine forever true.
And then I look beyond
Your strange, fey eyes and think
Of all those times you blamed yourself…
Follow your senses, ma cheri
Just let your shattered heart
Guide you to my desperate embrace
And let me kiss these tears off your face…
Four broken wings with feathers drenched in blood;
Your eyes, my hands, the beating of two hearts;
Your magick skill, my thirst for blood and love.
These fangs of mine, ever so careful not to tear the flesh
And all these things will stay forever here with us
Because my darling, we are both undead.