Various Artists - Lustmord and Wargasm (the Relicking Of Cadaverous Wounds; Lustmord and Wargasm (the Relicking Of Cadaverous Wounds)) - Текст песни

An Archangel in bondage
 Bediademed, souled
 With a murder of ravens
 But no less Astarte to behold
 Abandoned by Heaven
 To the dead, dark and past
 Cast Her dispersions
 On life's brittle glass

 And though Her eyes still held fire
 As stonewalls caged the beast
 'Gainst the lassitudes of Death
 She fought but fell to greet
 And midst lies in collusion
 She was martyred to teach
 That "Divinity and Lust
 Are forever forbidden to meet"

 But I swore that they would
 Before the veil could part our embrace
 Twixt Her cold, silent hips I kissed
 And promised Christendom in flames

 Gravid with madness
 Like a feculent dirge
 That obsesses the heart
 I am covened by words

 To avenge Her
 Ebon splendour
 And surrender
 My soul to the dead to achieve
 Prophecies of libidinous scourge
 Horripilation braying o'er carious herds

 Vexing nightmares
 And their weak prayers
 To a no one there
 To hinder Her decree

 To weed the world of their disease

 As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
 The meat that is their congregation

 How they plead to the skies
 But this is mere foreplay to war

 Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal
 Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest
 A psychophant, the despoiler of faith
 Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese

 For Her interred
 I tore a battle banner from His hide
 Splashed in red goetia
 Hues of Hell and deicide
 So came the night
 Its obsidian light
 Is a master whom disasters
 Suck upon like concubines
 And under black skirts
 That whisper of delight
 Darkseeds near fruition
 Darked deeds to marry mine

 "In Death's bed I have lain
 Paying lip-service to shame
 But for dreaming of thee I regain
 A reason to seek life again"

 Then we smite the divine
 For our true nature is sin
 To strip tender flesh from these swine
 Like the lick of carnivorous winds

 The breath of the storm that begins
 By forcing its Herod tongue in
 The womb of the holy virgin
 To taste of immaculate sin

 From temptation's peak we will see
 The world unfurled at last
 Now the wolves of time who stalk Mankind
 Shall be as one in grim repast

 Commemorating sickle moons
 The pack are poised to reap
 A scythe of white roses in bloom
 Whose twisted thorns will keep
 A crown upon a dead man
 Daylights crucified in sleep
 And lives that hide in scriptured lies
 To the memories of a scream

 And we shall dance amid the ruin
 As Adam and Evil
 Dizzy at the falling stars
 That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval

 If all must we damn for this moment
 Then it shall be so
 For our souls have crossed oceans of time
 To clasp one another more tightly
 Than Death could alone...

 As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl
 The talons of lust rake a clarion call
 To the lick of carnivorous winds

 The lick of carnivorous winds