The Bitter Kiss Of Death

"The night.... it haunts me"

My life has thriven upon soil

That was not its to consume

"La victime. Je l'ai mordu

Et bu le sang"

Cultus sanguine

"Elle s'a trompe pour la premiere

Et la derniere fois"

I am the glorified bringer

Of thy long due rest

And thus I have ascended

To make thy blooming flower wither

As if it were rotting windfall

Your petals are mine to peel

So bow down before mee... kneel!

I have been kissed

By the soothing tongues of death before

They did not fool me

I could taste the bitterness from afar

Man need no kneel before the angels

Nor lie in death forever

But for the weakness

Of the feeble will