Theatre Nocturne - Immortal Savage Nature | Текст песни

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Listless yearning,
A lustre into the gloaming peak of a forest…
Footfalls play heavily off in the distance
Scorned, but sulking whence
The dulcet baying of wolves inter,
Withering and rotting in praise of
Our mother who dwells in Earth…

Through the maw of the wood
‘Neath stained eastern skies,
Led barefoot, my secret
Dogma of the flesh,
Avenged by Seraphim
A host in fame
But such a sweet lecher all the same
As the hidden lines of the palm read
“To better than none to reign from above
In paradise freed!”

Ah, perfection
Beautifully succulent fruits
Pressing moist lips ‘gainst whims and womb
Aroused in delectable fashion…

Ghosted Seraphim!
Hold thy tongue
Until I have had my say..
For herein paradise she and I shalt lay
To welcome in my golden age….

Decadence!

The dance of fate between her tongue
And bestial fury
Caught on my demise
But yet I longed only for the darkness
Her cruelty, smitten with malformed desires
Would crush the empyrean to smithereens
Then: the bitter stars could play our nocturne
As life and death pressed to repeat…

Now as the dark hastens, the trees cancerous,
Their boughs creak tearing free
Like hungering beasts endeavoring flesh,
The moon glimpses with ominous delight, my work,
Languishing the very vein as it thirsts
Upon draught and twisted reins,
She sits beneath life itself
In silent contemplation
As my footfalls swift through the thicket
To reach her throat, a kiss I lay
Her breath falters, eyes blacken,

Skin of marble stone,
I withdraw
Stare into her…
Life ends,
Then to her I bade a final line:
“A rose for thee without hope or victory…”

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