Virgin Black - Elegant And Dying(2003) - 4.And the Kiss of God's Mouth Part II | Текст песни

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• Virgin Black - Elegant And Dying(2003)
• 4.And the Kiss of God's Mouth Part II

Kiss the image in a stranger's casket
What has become of the splendor?
Twelve strokes have fallen
And the faintly heard breath
That argued my beauty

A ruined soul bewailing
Where the angels allow their wings bewilted
To droop, to bow to the bosom of a friend

Kiss me tenderly, savage God
My lips are dumb to speak a thousand inane words
And how sweet a toil
All is dark, all is blackened
All, but an upturned face