The Rape Lyrics
For I am the flesh in your tounge.Create to yourself, images of theseglass-eyed figures,and expose to me, your skin -whorish as ever.They speak to me, your pores, your veins,in a rush of melancholy.In a stream of misantrophy.Remove the carpet, so I may beunited with the shades of these.Blindmy eyes,still I will see - presence, visuality.I grant youmy pale hands,still I will feel - shape, contoures.Please leave.In me you wont find any pity,as the dog that howls for the light in my eyes -the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me.So, please leave.In here you won¥t find any pity.Tour kisses were as hell itself.Be silent, for I am the flesh in your tounge.Only I can wearvast costumes of time, and still bepresent."So, hereby I rape thee."
Aura Noir The Rape
