Enslavement Of Beauty Be Thou My Lethe And Bleeding Quietus
I drift into luciferous darkness
And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude
A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye
O, blood, blood, blood...
...I bath in the sea of vengeance
And conquer cupidity by making the leviathan bleed
I am the wraith in the woebegone guise... lost in the reverie
I mock mortality and as I open my eyes, Ah... I behold thee
The aeons of prophane immortality annihilates the mournful impact
I kiss the woebegone flesh goodbye in life's final act
Oh, exquisite star in the passionate darkness
I love thee... fair temptress
