Nights came tralling ghost concertos   Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows   Playing torture chamber music allegretto   Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo      Skinless the dark shall scream   Hoarse her symphonies      Deathmashed as the moon   That had lifted her dreams   And frowned on the winding steps down   To where the vulgar strayed   Taunting sick her tender prey   She glided in her bridal gown      How sleep the pure   Desire in violent overture      An emanation of phantom madness   The Countess beheld in shroud   By girls bereft of future vows   Soon to wed in white the frosted ground   Burning like a brand on the countenance of God   A yearning took her hand to his Seraphim, bound      Deep red hissed the cat whips   On the whim of her ill-will   Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss   Flayed further songs of overkill      How weep the pure   Desire in violent overture   Oh, desire in violent overture      In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses   Pooled blood and broken dolls   A torchlit shadow theatre souled   With the echoed cries of lives she stole      Killing time   She struck the hours dead   In her control   Thus menopaused   Her click of hacked out cunts   Began to toll      Thirteen chimes of ancient strain    I conjure forth with dirge    That fills the void with timbred pain   To fulfil my sexual urge      Frights came wailing from the darkside   Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes   Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber   Bespattered and appeased    As pregnant skies outside bore thunder      How sleep the pure   Desire in violent overture   Desire in violent      As when high winds    Attune whipped trees    Her savage nature pitched   Would once again conduct the pleas   Of those she loved to agonies      As if it were   The first time every night   That she carved her seal   In the flesh of life