Rotting Sleeping Beauty Lyrics
And with Her gasping last breath bore the love that she swore forevermoreI climb the haunting winding staircase With intent to plunge deep into the fathomless abyss, whence upon the precipiceBut alas, a vengeful thought lures me away to savour thy lovelorn kissDark taints of lustrum, an amorous covet wroughtThrough thick tales of warfare, through which my loyal serpents soughtTo mutiny thereafter, for eternity in sweet Tyranny's armsThus I tailored away to blacker pastures and philosophical psalmsAnd as She led them astray, through orgiastic foreplayEach in vanity to display their likenesses per se'Twas it not for Her beauty, a slicken goddess that they soughtFor if he couldn't have Her, then god would surely forfeit Her soulKissing Her smouldering burnt black lips for the lastTime beats no relevance in my languished morning tonightI hear my angel singing brisklyShe gleams as mind's opera screamsLike starving voyeurs unto my comingShe appears as if in my dreamsI am the face of pain that lingers in the darkUpon the gloomy misanthropic tearsThat thou once shed underneath casket glassWhen the skies were benighted, and I returned the masses to EarthI owe these horrid fates I've sewn to a quenchless sanguine thirstFrom which my race was born in illustrious bridal gownsFor a taste of immortality I licked Her lips with passions as yet unknownToward a myriad of forbidden lusts and midnight overthroesTo languid anguish of thee and sodden woeThen from the shadows such a hideous croneThe sight of which left me green faced and sickly proneTo convulsive plague whereby the dozens died in drovesAnd christ waved his flag of truce, begging mercy to be bestowedWhat triumphs may come? Tyranny in his armsFighting back the tears of fear for the dagger at Her throatBiding my time, I let come what mayThen 'twixt suspenseful disarray I watch Her fall from graceLike severed orchids, trodden to sodden EarthTerror and tragedy immerse the cognitive horse-drawn hearseThe heavens lie in ruin at the mercy of devastationA picturesque portrait of hell as in midnight chimes damnationAnd effigies stand enthroned of sweet graceful TyrannyA sombre monument She stands so proud in its ironyBut eternity lengthens without thy sweet embraceOr the beauty of thy faceMortals drown in misery, in despairing mournful tearsFor fallen regal icons that they once held so dearI smell Her scent upon the gentle whispering breezeAlas my soul, wilt thou not come back for me...?
Demonic Rotting Sleeping Beauty
