In the fane of our sorrow when it rains red and gold
When the silver of welkin kills the sky in a fold
When the moonsnake is haunting every sleepwalking child
And the music of bane flows in the heart from the wild
When all demons are loveful and all gods burn in hell
Let the virus surround us in the poisonous well
The entire drowned lillies, dead boys' choire in the wood
Our meat on the brazier fusing flesh neighbourhood
Could we ever be so free?
Could we ever be that pure?
If you killed yourself for me
I would kill myself for you
By the orthodox mumble swept by Byzantine breeze
Your cold fragrance I swallow and your fondness I squeeze
With your genital's ichor rushing up in my veins
I am intoxicated - no control there remains
On the sheets of thy virtue, in the garment of shame
Your timidity's sobbing, innocence playing games
Let our child's perverse dreaming and our mature dark pain
Tear the living asunder, kill and torture and maim
Raping angels and choking with their semen and blood
Join to suffer the pleasures we may find in the mud
All that we were deprived
Rise to me on demon wings
Hug me with the raven's dreams
Bacchic epileptic dance
Breed the light and give us chance
Can we ever be so free?
Can we ever be that pure?
If you kill yourself for me
I will kill myself for you
We are the last extreme theodicy
Blood-brothered Daimon anf Pythius I see
Into their sateless nympholepsy
And I love what I see!
Then when I find myself that heady in my wet slum in the dark
Nasty serbian girl is slobbering and gets it up to suck
And I feel wet bottom crawling, smell of moisture, smell of shit
Like a den of unforgiveness I am punished put to rats
And I feel my lust prevailing at the pain and shame the fear
And I breed the dirty body and I crash it and I feed
As we circle like a snake-pond we inflate disgust and need
And some nasty british fratboy beating harder on my meat
I need this freashly-beaten cattle warm
I need a little hell cloud to become the perfect storm
We are dreamers. We are angels
We have ravished this cruel world
Saint with murder, holy butchers
Crime as flood has come ashore
We're deprsession, we're destruction
We are birds of suicide
Butterflies of no-tomorrow
Stay forever on our side
Rise to me on demon wings
Hug me with the raven's dreams
Bacchic epileptic dance
Breed the light and give us chance
Can we ever be so free?
Can we ever be that pure?
If you kill yourself for me
I will kill myself for you
Raping you was like raping a god
Like crucifying the hurricane...
Kill yourself for me
Kill myself for you.
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