Theatre Nocturne - To Visit My Flesh | Текст песни

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Hasten,
Her breath flows and falters
Falling to rise
The shores of the sky,
Her soul thrusting back
As she whispers sweetly
In scents perfumed
Of dusk and woodland
Despairing without release…
From the lace bodice to the tailored velvet gown,
This Venus libertina, a Mina in Furs.
To what deceived mine eyes in the gentlest of plunders
Ten thousand wonders cast about mine senses
Nearest to comfort in the visage of thine.
I see…
Death, damnation, and woe...
For herein paradise we lay
Bouquets of Asphodel enchained
At our feet,
So many cries beneath us
Screams of pain and demise
But still we arise
Bornless and without age
To conquer all
Yes,
Cruel devil tempt my weary flesh
So that I may be delivered to evil
And eternity without rest
Beneath sulfur stars
That the father forged of fire and brimstone
Shining bright my reign
O’er the great spires of heaven
For I am he who dwells in the dark,
My will of guilty manner
Plagued Genesis as Judas did Christ,
Loathsome in his way
The grinning murderer feels no shame…
Yes,
Cruel devil tempt my weary flesh
So that I may be delivered to evil
And eternity without rest
And I become what is now
Long lost between the sighs of lust and darkened adepts,
A candle of death igniting God’s divine plan,
For I, the archetype of my own demise
Shalt climb high atop this genocide nation
To reign down o’er thee in vengeance
And claim Babylon as my own…
And claim Babylon as my own…

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