Praesepe - Inamorata | Текст песни

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• Praesepe
• Inamorata

Come forth, rich in cruelty,
God's tiger, fine atrocity!
My wallowing in your foretop storm
Remains my deepest urge.

My sore head I wish to bury
In your dresses, so full of your stench
To breathe in, as a flower in agony,
The sweet smell of a rotten love.

I wish to sleep! I value dreams above life.
In a dream that is death's sweetest presage
I shall cover your copper body
In kisses of admiration and desire.

Your bed's depths only
Can drain my moans and sighs.

I shall suckle to drown my harms,
Wolfsbane and hemlock juice
From your nipples, sharp, narcoting,
From the breast that has never
Welcomed heart...

My sore head I wish to bury
In your dresses, so full of your stench
To breathe in, as a flower in agony,
The sweet smell of a rotten love.

I wish to sleep! I value dreams above life.
In a dream that is death's sweetest presage
I shall cover your copper body
In kisses of admiration and desire.

Thy lips' forgetfullnes offering,
which I wish to feast upon.

I shall suckle to drown my harms,
Wolfsbane and hemlock juice
From your nipples, sharp, narcoting,
From the breast that has never
Welcomed heart...

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