(Burning Flesh, Dripping Sweat,   Unison,   Like A Paralysed Snake,   Charmed And Enchanted By The Babalon Whore)      Led to the other worlds   By the girls she curled within   I took their skins to see her    Be my   Be my mannequin      Be my mannequin      I cannot remember   How it was that we first met   Curve of the moon and haunted shore   The stars were not those heaven sent      Did we come together   At masked palatial balls   In silks and flesh and leather    Or did we come at all?   I dreamt a midnight castle   The eerie song of wolves   And eyes that danced with fire   As they have forever more      Our rites of sin   Have long fathered a hymn   To burden him   Whom by slip of after-whim   At genesis    Dressed her like the wind   In autumn gowns   That pinned her down   To be my   To be my mannequin      Be my mannequin      Always poised on winter   But never would she break   My lovecraft and black witch heart   That pounded in her wake      We kissed on distant balconies   A law unto her own   Thirteenth dark commandment   Of figures pressed to stone   Turning cream with fantasies   That god alone would know   We graced the vomitorium   With the sweet excess of Rome      Flagrant in the past    Our names were deeply carved   On the tree of life in long dead   languages      Led to other worlds   By the girls she curled wihtin   I took their skins to see her   Be my mannequin      Be my mannequin      I tongued the nuns at Louviers   But not one word possessed   Her devine right, an archetype    For mortal Goddess...