This dry massacre to crack her and shatter her ruby tears that sever -or better - forget her Yes, I had the choice of murder Yes, I chose to be at war with God...
- but from the start I lost...
Beat the Devil´s tattoo over the quicksand of your life Meet the shores your verses line, and hopes, so well defined And down your throat, no antidote will fight the fire there Only higher flames aspire on drama and despair -
-Lose yourself - my parole mocked my tongue Pleased myself, sought control in her song
Balletal, skeletal grace surround her Excite a younger soul to an ivory sceptre ( a whirl of regal spine and a delicate minor) from the fecund abyss where her heart stroke the bell with her dulcimer throbs as a foreboding of Hell?
So I learned I will be fading long before I´m gone In her eyes the mourning prayers that to the erudite dead belong
Catafalque
No perfect wave, no ancient grave ordain those feline ghosts That whisper racked to me, in rags, truth´s overdose
We have all grown old but what have we sold what treasures, promised pleasures have we spilled in vain? Like the wine we praised as manna or our morbid diorama as we died a thousand deaths, faced the gold-cage of tristesse and more sombre panorama but revived again No! Never so lost now No! Never so lost?
Now the die fell on you Bitter pills to consume served on a dagger Forever Sealing Neverland´s tomb Plundering Venus´ womb
Somewhere the fog is rising contouring elder terror in the minds of man suspended strength, so soon declining filled my books on hate with life again...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
