A whisper of wings Beat within the bush A trace of transparency Solicits behind the sycamore A trickle of the tips Beckon between the birch A wink of whiteness Calls atop the cedar
Perched upon a dandelion Skeletal beauty to behold Soon whipped away
A deadly intrigue arises Your end if you follow Or a chthonic beginning
Do you wish to split dainty flesh? Gorge yourself on microinfinity? Do you dare enter the enclave? Satiate your lust on brittle bones?
Massacred by the miniscule Your unworthy flesh decimated A fountain of mundane blood Shall feed their queer hunger
Laid upon a pheasant feather bed Delicate majesty to admire Or perhaps it's not as it seems
A fatal curiosity awakens This world is not your own A sinister invitation calls
Balanced upon a pine cone Intricate glory to swoon Don't expect to ever return
A misjudged yearning surfaces The seductive nature of otherness Don't hope that you can turn back nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
