Amor E Morte Lyrics

Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept.
Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes.
I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath,
but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh.

I held her in eyes like Necropoli,
laying her on a tomb with a view.
Lighting her from her feet to
the stars in her hair.

Drove sweet blood to her throat,
and my lips parted there.

In the tone of splintered bone
she screams benighted, my limbs ignite.
A carnal carnivore on all fours to go!

An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis
having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this.
Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud,
racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds.

God is maimed, come let us prey!
To lunar deities that pave dead ways
twixt the living and the grave.
Amor e Morte!

To cast our feral shadows there
we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared,
where begging me to feed to best be were.
I licked her wounds and ate her rare!

Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred,
a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur.
Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp,
never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial.

Seraphim fell like guillotines,
giving gracious head instead
of harking prophecies.
And how our brother sang:

Amor e Morte!

Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls,
shifting shape and lifting napes
to commemorate erotic stains.
Amor e Morte!

Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms,
leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet.
I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen,
the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines.

A hidden meridian where Midian may be!

In black antlered glades,
encunted in this forest Goddess
She whispers my name, I buck under flames,
animal nitrates howling through my veins.

I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore,
new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war,
with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run.
Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns.

I love the night,
it would murder my soul
should I ever fall blind.

For though thy flesh haunts
I keep also in mind the
stampede of clouds from
dusk's predatory sky.

Purple versed like the funeral hearse
that first turned thee over to my
unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist,
dressed for the sepulchre.

My Demon bride!

God is maimed, come let us prey!
To lunar deities that pave dead ways
twixt the living and the grave.
Amor e Morte!

Ours was a chorus for raucous souls,
shifting shape and lifting napes
to commemorate erotic stains.
Amor e Morte!