Returned from afar with the queen of the stars standing by his side Her beauty unmatched in all the land, with piercing emerald eyes Lascivious thoughts born from the start challenged my loyalty though the malice in my broken heart must remain unseen
Jealously flew on gilded wings and silenced defiance for hell's offering. Thoughts of betrayal plagued the night
I've asked not god's forgiveness for these wanton dreams
Moonless black autumn skies held intent unforeseen So my blade found his throat before he had the notion to scream
Bleed free, my king
Unbeknownst to me, within her lay your seed and soon would walk the earth your heir, by blood my enemy How long can I lie before she sees beneath this mask of sorrow that conceals my wicked deeds?
One sleepless night filled with lust haunted scenes found me outside her door with a gift for my queen A wine the deepest red as a rose picked in June. With a tongue just as wicked as the blade for my king My words and my wine painting my heart serene. Sweet empathy twisting her broken heart into mine
Between her thighs we bred the sighs that would soon consume us whole That night my seed of treachery spawned the flame that scorched my soul The night burned through, yet the hours few passed as an eternity When morning broke and she awoke my fate was sealed, with no return
Guilt stained with blood beneath secrets to keep, bear often in dreams most lucid and deep An insidious heart in the fires that such reap, may give full confession in the soundness of sleep
Pierced by these lies, the thrust of my deceit. Now rage is the altar at which she prays Her silence is as a razor's edge. Fury must drink of crimson red
Late one eve she came to me at last. Though a violent storm, she hid her scorn steadfast Lascivious thoughts born from the start challenged my loyalty. So the Ferocity of a broken heart I was doomed to see
Inviting as ever my queen dressed in red. Her skin pale and flawless as young painted dead Emerald eyes transfixed in mine and hungering deep. Writhing and twisting in motions obscene Her fury preparing for thrusts unforeseen. The tears within her eyes mistaken for me
Between her thighs we bred the lies that would soon consume me whole That night my seed of blasphemy spawned the flame that scorched my soul As dawn approached and dared encroach, on this night that would be my last Her eyes betrayed the dagger’s raid and she left me with my life fading fastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
