Darkside The Blood On My Hands
blood you open the door to into the bride's room it's the secret it's decay born from fleshe's deepest need rose upon my altar - i¦m the rose on your altar until two fades into one and one is death god! as my fingers run through your thighs - I feel your fingers in my thighs smearing my seed over blood over death - smear your seed over me at midnight rutting bride reaching for blooms beyond the veil tell you my secret god died for fleshes need please come you shivering bride the devil must feast for lust of the dead lust slashes hate immaculation of dreams born from blood crying red can your hear the strike of azraels' wings as your man I'm gonna take you I'll possess you entirely musti, so gods will, cut your throat my dove and drink your blood and your twitching foaming death suck your entrails your bashful modesty your cries build a coffin of laughter and lust beneath my bleeding hands... rose on my altar until two fades into one and one is me god!
