blood

you open the door

to

into the bride's room

it's

the secret it's decay

born

from fleshe's deepest need


rose upon my altar - i¦m the rose on your altar

until two fades into one and one is death god!

as my fingers run through your thighs - I feel your fingers in my thighs

smearing my seed over blood over death - smear your seed over me


at midnight rutting bride

reaching for blooms beyond the veil

tell you my secret

god died for fleshes need


please come you shivering bride

the devil must feast for lust of the dead

lust slashes hate

immaculation of dreams


born from blood crying red

can your hear the strike of azraels' wings


as your man I'm gonna take you

I'll possess you entirely

musti, so gods will, cut your throat

my dove and drink your blood


and your twitching foaming death

suck your entrails

your bashful modesty

your cries build a coffin of laughter and lust

beneath my bleeding hands...


rose on my altar

until two fades into one and one is me

god!