Fiery Bed
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Fiery Bed
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From the bed - clothes of heaven
The stars are shooting like a radiant rain
Invisible dreams on the ownerless world
Crash against the crust of reality
A white angel in my fiery bed
And my restless soul between his legs
Withered flowers and stale wine
Can you feel the smell , the taste?
When the dear tiredness descends upon you
Lie down next to me
In my fiery bed
Whores writhing in the ecstasy of suffering and pain
Their bellies slit open
Show the innards and hearts still beating
Swelling beneath the ribs that glow with bright heat
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Belfegor performs "Fiery Bed", and this lyric page sits inside the Belfegor catalog on LyroVerse.
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Yes. The related section below points to Benediction and Holy Whores, Burning Virgins with a short reason for opening each page next.
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