Sister midnight comes blaspheming   Screaming in the keys of faith and fear   Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling...   Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear      Defiled at heart   In this perfect hell   Under red leaves bleeding   Over scaled chateau we fell   To demonocracy   Where neither Adam or Eve   Conceived of such iniquities   From pleasure or pain   Or the razor's edge inbetween   Thou art my seventh heaven burning   Going down as with the sun...      Within like a river fluids moves a torrent   Bound to please   On denierred knees   In any wicked way   That her whims may warrant      I hang on every verb   Every dirty word   Interred   In 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 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 baiting wrath   I steal a path   Back to the fruits of her womb      Back to the crack of her tomb...      Her roseate sliver   Quivers with snuff appeal   The torque of her hips   Lip-sync me in for the kill   Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease   I drain the cup of this Miss Sire   Her water 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 throat   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, secrecies, 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