Once upon a tragedy our bravest returned From grounds now forgotten and forlorn With haggard faces, but a gleam in their eyes They entered our citadel, yet not alone...
From the plateau of the battlements, I espy Black flowers clinged to the skin, depicting their cloth An absurd legacy of the subdued Streams through their galloping hearts ...The precursor of a latent drama
Virgins, bards and fools await their scene As teeth are chopped in muscle tissue Voluptuous fusion of saliva and sperm Phallus and flesh, hunger and lust Infernal orgy of decadent meat Yersinia Pestis - unveiled
High above the feast, hidden in the clouds Moon's sickle lurks, threatening to behead Succulent odours are swallowed by the stench of decay The dancing scythe joins the carnal play
“Such as I was you are, And such as I am you will be Wealth, honor and power are of no value At your hora mortis”
“Were my eyes not hollow, would I perceive Your untouched beauty and angelic grace My dear lady, so dainty and cold, Oh grant me this dance and your life shall end old”
A wave through foul bodies Culmination of the sick Life’s defloration And the Dead overcome the Quick
“Your bright red lips have grown deathly pale As you listened to the dying men’s wail I have done my work well, now I can depart What I leave behind is called macabre art!”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
