The Dying Buds Of May Lyrics
Music: T.E.TunheimBlister'd be their envious tongues, cut 'em well like a cunt yet to be satisfiedhad I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicidewhilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hellthe mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itselfCut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as I wear thy lunacycan heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro' thee...Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hellthe mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itselfI desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently diedonce upon a November cold when I cunningly committed my suicide...Everyone was bored with love-and God was never more distantAffliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamityluciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhereI was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmativesall slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended thereExhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hatelove laid in exhile's chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate...Faretheewell, faretheewell...one kiss and I'll descend into the blooming pits of hellThe darling deeds of autumnthe dying buds of MayCupid painted dour with lustraining energy as we decay...
Enslavement Of Beauty The Dying Buds Of May
