Dead, I lean over you, gaze at your body in all its rigor mortis glory touch, my fingers run from your neck to your gut, caressing and feeling, a tingling sensation my face so near, I put my ear to your chest, I close my eyes and listen to the silence inhale your scent, intoxication at its finest, I lick my lips and dream away
Stale cold precense boils my blood you lie still but I see our shadows on the wall, entwined in morbid love, swaying to the dance of death hold my hand and I will lead you to our thrones, bow down your head to be crowned by me a crown of light to shine in your dead life, to carry you over the mortals stream
You are my princess, sculpted in dead flesh, a mannequin under my command I am your king and you are my slave, obey my wishes til the world withers old
Your body is my temple, a temple of flesh, sacrifice yourself to me, your god quench my urge, my need, my hunger, my lust, my dreams, embrace me and fill me with your lifeless entity like a touch divine, you heal my shattered soul, drown me in a reeking serenity join me now for a fetid night in the decaying halls of our putrid ballroom
Our feast of macabre, our feast of stench, joining us in unholy matrimony chained by forbidden love through eternity
But when the night is over and I've claimed your flesh an empty void fills my heart, sad I leave you to rot in my bed, in search of a new queen to rule by my sideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
