By God she went to a lonely place, a smear
on the map of landscapes, close to dawn.

I am in such molded temper
so close to seal
the crutch that all cruelty hold with contempt
All in for me for all the trechery
that made my loss for thee, in mourning sunrites flew
(^i feel my death in thee^)

In mourning sunrites few

(I come for you!)

Running in circles, demanded by few
In our prosperity, poison that grew
Standing entrusted by the gate of her soul
Vielding insecurity powdered by coal

Expelled from her castle, expand does her sores
Into the crypt like the fallen once more

And therefore I ask you: May I please be obliged?
From mountains to skies dressed in gowns
A murmur to quiet for the horizon to hear
A scream all to loud, vanished by fear

Outrage on her fallen, outrage on her fallen, outrage on her fallen soul!!!

From designated graves within crippled entanglement, melted to raw....metal
In my butchered sleep, reaching for me, oh sweet metal, cut through my skin
All the dark forests shall bring the branches for hanging in our wedding ring (oh sweet metal)

Just to see through disguise over black velvet eyes

Enough to be punished, cut-upped and devoured
Enough to be murdered by sharp-edged claws
Enough to be eaten, lingered by (cause)

In loneliness weep, crying for comfort in deep solitude,
Nothing would work, for my princess was lewd
The lust for another was magically sewn

Her deep passage was sealed to a world around fire
Put out, briefly, to be the descents breath of meaningless words
Believe, as I hold you so close to me, or you'll never see
The pain that you've brought me must soon have its ending again
As a plague strike the inner of all carrying wombs
The beginning of our sweet birth written by words of mistake

This is what blood and flesh'll spare
Her cries like armature
Her veins like drugs, a prayer

Rushing past my foul charade
And holding on to plea
Entangled by the burning graves
Embraced by seeking free

Falling from the mountain seas
Crawling far beyond the outer me
Hungry for a broken soul
That jesus tored from his control

Glass in a mass of a priest in the cast
To enjoy all sins with a terrible grin
By heart
She must learn
More about her expectations
Hidden in between of bitter succedings
Growing in this world

Like howling through what seems within
Grasping her sweet holiness, being my sin
From my lust to be seen, Forbidden to glean
The look of her face, covered in seams

Her body moan
Her head unknown
Decapitated and sewn
Bloodshed over the moon

My bride is now forever
Filthy skin above my shrine
A veil worn for a major fine
Coming from a passing sewer

I've come for you.....