Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids Lyrics

Hear Me now!
All crimes should be treasured
If they bring thee pleasure somehow

Maleficent in dusky rose,
gathered satin lapped Her breasts like blood upon the snow.
A tourniquet of topaz glistened at Her throat.

Awakening, pulled from the tomb.
Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon
that She outshone as a fallen star,
a regal ornament from a far flung nebular.

Her likeness hung in the black gallery
commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe...

Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court
Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause.
Though Her torchlit shadow, thrown upon damp cellar walls,
greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled.

Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path,
that the dark had marked its dominion.
Spaying the confessor whose caresses she'd known
As whipcord in the House of Dog, Her cold cunt meat on holy bone.

Raped of faith, She now embraced
the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face.
With this disdain inside these veins
(highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim.
Her soul was sold and for this toll
reeking pyres ever smouldered on the whims of one so in control.
Elizabeth, mysterious.
Cruelty brought thee orchids from the bowels of the abyss.

Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries
and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs exhumed by scrying eyes.
Madness came upon her like an amorous lover's seed.
Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin in gouts torture unleashed.

And to Her dead reflection 'twas as if Her pallor gleamed
like an angel's warmed by candles where erotic stains had cleaved.
So demons dragged this libertine lusts screaming for release
upon the flesh of maidens preened as canvas for caprice.

Exacting obeisance, Her gaze held a séance
of spirits too trapped under glass to commune.
A sleeter mistress than Luna,
whose threats to consume Her
met with torments giving vent to Her swoon.
Flat on Her back pack-prey for the reams
of verses and curses that haunted Her dreams.

Midnightmare chimed thirteen in Her mind
a disciple of scars branded years hissed behind.
Ridden split-thighed by the Father of lies,
an ovation of wolves blushed the skies as they writhed.
But Heaven is never forever.
She came, a spent storm from the clouds...

Leaving serpents in office inside every gate
to lick righteous holes blinding lords to the fate
of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees,
hacked and racked backwards menses choking their pleas.

More. Whore. More.
Twitching make me wet with thee
Carcass rub me raw

And to Her dead reflection 'twas as if Her pallor gleamed
like an angel's warmed by candles where erotic stains had cleaved.
So demons dragged this libertine lusts screaming for release
upon the flesh of maidens preened as canvas for caprice.

Cruelty and the beast!
Cruelty and the beast!
Cruelty and the beast!

Raped of faith, She now embraced
the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face.
With this disdain inside these veins
(highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim.
Her soul was sold and for this toll
reeking pyres ever smouldered on the whims of one so in control.
Elizabeth, mysterious.
Cruelty brought thee orchids from the bowels of the abyss.