Unentweining our spines twists me to kneeling...
Spilling like the moonlight on her glistering rear Defiled at heart
In this perfect hellUnder red leaves bleedingOver sealed chatéau we fell
To demonocracyWhere neither Adam or EveConceived of such iniquites
From pleasure or painOr the razor´s edge in between
Thou art my seventh heaven burningGoing down as with the sun...
Writhing like a riverfluids moves a torrentBound to pleaseOn denierred knees
In any wicked wayThat her whims may warrant I hang on every verbEvery dirty word
InterredIn her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak
Painted nails driven through the meekYet in obituaryMy dreams still weep
Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the dayBaring lunar curvatureLike canvas for a lick of pain
Writhing like a viperDeep inside her EdenForbidden to eat
I kiss leylines to her feetThen baithing wrathI steal a path
Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb...
Her roseate sliverQuivers with snuff appealThe torque of her hips
Lip-syncs me in for the killTongue-tied, tightroped and spread like disease
I drain the cup of this Miss SireHer waters into wine for me
Thou art my seventh angel squirming´Neath the forked tongue of the beast
Arching toward the fabledLike a sculptured nymph seeking base relief
Whilst the world outside(A wood of suicide)Would die for this release
Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candleAt each other´s throats
In a slick drift of redSetting god´s teeth on edge
We were as wolves preying inside the foldOf a slaughtered lamb throw
On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest
In the dead of the nightSucculent. Succubus In thy armsAnd thy wetness
On glossed lips I tasteConspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries laced
With thick unguent rumBlack-rayed suns and Autumn
Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed
Starved PersephoneSucculent. Succubus. Succour me That I might keep
Thee with me in HadesSucculent. Succubus. Succour me
