Thursday, August 18, 2011

Divine. Descerate. Complete.




WHERE ANGELS NO MORE ROAM...
(Misteltein)

I kiss the untouched heavenly carcass
As sacramental dying becomes art
Saintly pains send chills down my spine
As I penetrate the very womb of life
A venomous moon is gazing
Through my hollow soul

Forcing me to bleed
As many times before

Again I bleed... with desire

And its' savage breath reaches angel skin...


...Whispers in the shape of lust
Echoes in the veins of night

As a haze of bleeding lurking souls
Among deflowered angels cries...

...I stare into the hollow where the dust of time still moan
Upon a bleeding paradise, where angels no more roam...



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