This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising
I'm blessed, addressed By a voice of sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria
A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there
None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl
Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world
Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure
At best, obsessed By her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mercy seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria
The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple
As Israel waited with bated breath At the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky
Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure
My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches
Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pleasures
Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria
I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoriaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.