A truce with death

Can you feel it? There's a deafening sound coming from below. Look at me. I see your eyes; fear, rage and ecstasy turn out to be the same thing. Let it grow louder. Just let it. We go down into the deep abyss. I claim your soul and receive your blood. It pounds inside me. 

We face death, but she smiles at us because this time she's our ally. She knows what we're capable of tonight. You and me.  

Then she witnesses how we snatch life from her claws once again.