Taetre Into The Dawn
Carnage feast
In this moonlight garden
Sinful priest
Embraced by harlots
Into dawn
They lie
Among the remains of babies
Smiling like
Only lovers do
Into the dawn they would cum once more
Their smiles shall be erased
Soon the sun comes on
As they lie in the putrid filth slithering in blood
The sun begins to luminate the sky cracking up theirs skin
A hunger, a bestial lust control and possess their minds
Making them twist into an obscene deformity, dance to a monotone rhythm
Fire fills up their minds
Bells begin to chime, chime
Embraced and cold with fear
Twisting piles of flesh
Repulsive but alive
Burning deep inside, burn, burn
