Chants Of Maldoror A White Holocaust
Give up of a crime play
It reflects the weakness on your face
My last caress on virgin grace
Before I extract the blade
A composition in red
With a flash of white
And frames of bloodstained sheets
Give up of a crime play:
You're lamb and I
I am the blade
Still motion crawling
Close to your shrouds...
Still motion crawling
Close to your shrouds...
