The sounds of her heart diminish, Screams in the wind now hush Silence, it sleeps on her red-stained chest, And yet, I caress
Where she now lies In sombre submission, Oh, so willing, spread open wide
Her limp arms entwined 'Round mine as I bind Our tongues, in a kiss, Together! a bliss So close here we lie, While mounting I sigh
With a stench of promises Her blood permeates the air
Skies open and gleam In a colour of rust, The thorns on the tree Tear her alabaster bust Rain sets on her face like sweat, It still seems scarlet Along to the beat Of my nocturnal pulse of heat
"Hawthorns for the Jotunn's harlot!"
Her gown was so thin With the pale flesh within, Against the moon Like a deceased hue Too drunk on lust to help it I just had to slit And do my best to corrupt Now all I do is stare...
I can trace the broken veins On her neck like languid vines: I must have strangled her With her own hair Wound 'round her throat three times
The gaping chest And crudely severed breast Knives and cuts and tell-tak hearts, I turn to walk away From the mort that stays In the hay and say: "Farewell, my love Let the forest Have the harlot."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
