"All mirrors lead to my palace My exotic pleasure temple Wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable Pure and obscene For where pumps the true heart of life There too seeps corruption And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood Will rise up like lust And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend Himself across the face of the world...
...And Hell will come with Him"
Part of the garden, her dark Eden Fed blood by poisoned fronds My heart hardened in her wet season Treading mud in her slough of despond But only now A path lies straight before me The maze is ploughed half through with hate Andpher crop is dripping red
Beyond eleventh hour
Her beauty and brute power Grows stronger by the day And with each rose that she deflowers The longer her throes of madness stay
In her grip on shredded sheets Once our fingertips had dug and clutched She whispered dreadful things to me
She wanted war with God The underdog baring sharpened teeth With her armies raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings
She'd break off holy limbs On the racks of her witch hunt And crush the church beneath her heel The Pope in homage to her cunt
A dark horse forcing nightmares To wring submissives dry A vampire madam batterfang With vicious streaks a mile wide
Beyond eleventh hour
Her kiss has turned dismissive Her glance holds slight contempt Instead those eyes burn on the prize Of fates she really likes to tempt
In her grip on shredded sheets Gasping from conquered peaks of passion She whispered dreadful things to me
She wanted war with God The underdog baring sharpened teeth With her armies raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings
She'd tear down mighty spires Then rear them up anew Orders forged to her desires The eleventh hour nearly through
Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists That cause all souls to stray How to resist those seductive gifts On the shore of her unholy ways?
She calls my name so softly From deep banks of scented fog I almost lose myself before it starts But my spirit keeps its silence As I drift across the lake A glimpse of harem secrets Now her velvet curtain parts
She is glaring like the moon
The wind dies down. eavesdropping As I bow before her throne And she descends to greet me Like the royal bitch to which shes grown
"Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?
"I am not your slave Nor are you my saviour"
"But Isaac, I'm the only one..."
I hold those cold deceiving eyes Her once hypnotic gaze And pledge eternal love. then walk away Thunder seethes behind me Death adjusts her favourite mask Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness
Clasped in the garden, here you heard This story blustered through I asked her pardon, swore my word I'd score her sweetmeats just like you
For only now The truth lies prone before me I couldn't leave her even if she stormed The heavens as were promised
Beyond eleventh hour
Lilith, the abyss. the slithering mists Will come for you this eve Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst Before those fatal kisses bleed
Beyond eleventh hour
She will make of you a plaything Scant amusement for her bed And when naked flesh forgets to sing She'll take your fucking soul instead
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Muttering their reeking spells I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter These words I speak are gates to HellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
