Danse Macabre

Danse Macabre - Sacred lyrics

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Perversity, lust, decadence

Mankind's prior frustration

My mind hardly can comprehend

Mating the sole destination



This decline of romanticism

I do regret indeed

Replaced by forms of fetishism

It makes my heart bleed



Born in a wrong century

A label that I gladly wear

For there should be room for mystery

And to touch a soulmate's hair



Eroticism a fine form of art

But why share it with the world

For I care for matters of the heart

In this 21st century world



This decline of romanticism

I do regret indeed

Replaced by forms of fetishism

It makes my heart bleed



Born in a wrong century

A label that I gladly wear

For there should be room for mystery

And to touch a soulmate's hair



And to touch a soulmate's hair



And to touch a soulmate's hair
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Language: English

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