In the desperate attempts To perceive of an Absolution I never left a graven ideal unturned But yet there is one thrill, I’ve left un-jaded Once partaken, never satiated
A desire to consume A want to be your doom And now that we’re so close Can I fight the urge to slit your throat?
Dominate Subjugate Use the blood as the gate Dominate Subjugate Tempt the Furies and Fates Dominate Subjugate The flesh is the law; the rule is your cold dead face
A desire to abuse A want to be your tomb And now that we’re so close Can I fight the urge to slit your throat?
Still I wonder about the throes Of which I’ve never had
With the hands around the neck of my own deification As I finally begin my killing-life initiation I look to you