A Gothic Romance (red Roses For The Devil's Whore) Lyrics
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea...
A jewel more radiant than the moon
Lowered Her mask to me.
The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire,
Would marvel at making their Queen...
Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire,
And my heart reeled with grave poetry....
From grace I fell in Love with Her.
Scent and feline lure...
And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest.
"Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night.
She lulled me away from the rich masquerade,
And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight."
Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?
Her icy kiss fervoured my neck,
Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach.
In a whirl of sweet voices and statues,
That phantomed the dying trees,
This debauched seductress in black, took me....
In a pale, azured dawn, like Ligeia reborn...
I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre.
On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn,
Lamented the spectre of Her.
Bewildered and weak, yet with pa*sion replete,
I hungered for past overtures.
The curse of unrest, and Her ardent caress,
Came much more than my soul could endure....
I, at once endeavoured to see Her again.
Stirring from midnight's inertia,
Knowing not even Her name.
On a thin precipice over carnal abyss,
I danced like a blind acolyte.
Drunk on red wine, Her dead lips on mine...
Suffused with the perfume of night.
For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds,
In vain that we might meet.
When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued...
I sought refuge in a cemetery.
Sleep, usher dreams,
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether.
Mistress of the Dark,
I now know what thou art.
Screams haunt my sleep,
Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together.
Lamia and Lemures,
Spawned thee leche...
To snare my flesh.
Portrait of the Dead Countess...
Deep, stained pain that I had dreamt...
Flaunted demise, life's punishment...
Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb....
But poised nectar within my stirs...
Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search,
Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons.
Goddess of the Graveyard, of the Tempest and Moon,
In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels.
Glimpses of a Heaven where ghost companies fell,
To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet...
Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette.
"Fleeting, enshadowed...
Thou art privy to my sin.
Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict
The cruel daylights upon my skin?
Dost thou not want to worship me,
With crimson sacrifice?
So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss,
And weep with new-found life?"
Red roses for the Devil's whore....
Dark angels taste my tears,
And whisper haunting requiems
Softly to mine ear...
Need-fires have lured abominations here....
Nocturnal pulse,
My veins spill forth their waters...
Rent by lips I cherish most.
Awash on Her perfidious shores,
Where drowning umbra o'er the stars...
Ebon's graves where Lovers whore,
Like seraphim and Nahemah...
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