Sister midnight comes blaspheming   Screaming in the keys of faith and fear   Unentweining our spines twists me to kneeling...   Spilling like the moonlight on her glistering rear Defiled at heart   In this perfect hell   Under red leaves bleeding   Over sealed chatéau we fell   To demonocracy   Where neither Adam or Eve   Conceived of such iniquites   From pleasure or pain   Or the razor´s edge in between   Thou art my seventh heaven burning   Going down as with the sun...   Writhing like a riverfluids moves a torrent   Bound to pleaseOn denierred knees   In any wicked way   That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb   Every dirty word   InterredIn her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak   Painted nails driven through the meek   Yet in obituary   My dreams still weep   Of dark blood and fucking thee   Thou art my seventh heaven burning   Going down as with the day   Baring lunar curvature   Like canvas for a lick of pain   Writhing like a viper   Deep inside her Eden   Forbidden to eat   I kiss leylines to her feet   Then baithing wrath   I steal a path   Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb...   Her roseate sliverQuivers with snuff appeal   The torque of her hips   Lip-syncs me in for the kill   Tongue-tied, tightroped and spread like disease   I drain the cup of this Miss Sire   Her waters into wine for me   Thou art my seventh angel squirming´Neath the forked tongue of the beast   Arching toward the fabled   Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief   Whilst the world outside   (A wood of suicide)   Would die for this release   Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle   At each other´s throats   In a slick drift of red   Setting god´s teeth on edge   We were as wolves preying inside the fold   Of a slaughtered lamb throw   On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest   In the dead of the night   Succulent. Succubus In thy arms   And thy wetness   On glossed lips I taste   Conspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries laced   With thick unguent rum   Black-rayed suns and Autumn   Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed   Starved Persephone   Succulent. Succubus. Succour me That I might keep   Thee with me in Hades   Succulent. Succubus. Succour me