A Klingon Lullaby Of Love

A Klingon Lullaby Of Love

(In English and Klingon)

Come to me my little Klingon turtle dove

Drive your poisoned knife into my enemy

Feed me their hearts while they die bleeding

Still pumping life under the old volcanic fight

Eruptions laid with lust, lava flowing over us

Molten rocks forged in fevered red in heaven

Thrust your jagged teeth in me

Rip my back with pleasure

Dig with claws and howls to hell and back

Under the exploding Praxi moon of doom

Planet Kronos still orbits on but damaged

Shattered but ready for battle to the death

To fight in war is our birthright

To die with you by my side, an honor

Let us scream together for a while

A Klingon lullaby of loves desire

Psychotic savage passion is never wise

When we rise to the occasion of a smile

              -Klingon-

tlhIngan najmoHwI' muSHa'ghach

(qaStaHvIS English Hol 'ej tlhIngan)

loQ tlhIngan turtle Qa'oy Ha' jIHvaD

tar taj yItungHa', qaH QaQ vaj jagh

tIq je' jIHvaD wa'vatlh Hegh chaH regh

reH pump yIn bopummeH ngo' volcanic ghob

eruptions je lust, rIn maHvaD flowing vaHbo' lan chaH

jag Ho' jop molten nagh, pa' fever Doq chalDaq forged reH jIHvaD Rip Dub bel

pach bey pagh ghe''or 'ej Dub tlhInganpu' 'ej mol HaghmoHwI'

bopummeH jor praxi maS doom

bav poH'a' yuQ Qo'noS 'ach QIH

'a SuH ghIqtal may' tlhuHDaj

qaStaHvIS veS ghob birthright

Hegh pong Dop batlh

maHvaD ghu'vam jach nItebHa' vIS

tlhIngan najmoHwI' muSHa'ghach

psychotic nongtaHghachwIj Qa' val not

ghorgh QamchoH maH mon occasion