Theatre Nocturne - An Apostate in Passion | Текст песни

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Death, Death, Death!
The secret acts
So rightfully ensnared,
Intoxicating
Her features invigorating
And to become once again driven near,
Seduced
The destruction of my reign o’er her,
No longer am I one
But two,
Eyes piercing the soul
For just a moment
Her name I suppose does not matter
But it was I who chose she, and she who chose me
Caught at moon’s glance
Her glimpse a slivering arrow, whetted
Piercing the vulgar sighs
Of onlookers
Who would if they could speak verse instead of curse
To sway her tempered delicacy,
But none such as I
Came ever so close to the rose
She bore between her thighs
For the parting of skirts
Came as an ecstasy of highs
That the cabernet could only flush,
Dancing as my minuet played
When her eyes became everything…
I saw in them as I never have in another,
The visage of beauty
Power
Devildom
And passion
For if I look away I fear that I will never peer into the face of paradise again…
To me she was Nina, the swansong
The blood upon the snow
Mephistophelian scarlet,
Forever a fragment of perfection,
Her skin blushes
Bruising a silent whimper
Of pale statues staring on
Over misty gardens,
Within this Eden is power
Dominance and submission
A soulless nether
Where her flesh could never part
From the serpents of Eve
In this I plead
A witness to such bondage
Branded incarnate
Carving out my eyes to
-stand before you in apostasy-
-Withdrawn from illumination-
-Impassioned-
-I shroud the eternal sun-
-The façade and illusion-
-Deeper than the burial-
For once I had wished to Venus
In an age of plague,
Severance
Like waves upon distant clandestine shores
Clashing and fading
But never-ending

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