Dead Heaven's Lord

In Twilight tragedies bewitched

Love expanded itself from thy doom

Disrupted passion that enables your heart

To calm the heat of your soul deep inside

Inmortal feelings adored, the wisdom of the grave

And all the love of your dry heart, so rotten

That you carry stitched to your chest

And attached to your soul, To your very soul

Darkened places to dig and to tear

Orgasmic devotions, agony to share

No pleasures from earth, no refuse from the dead

The pulse of the worm, surrounding your flesh

The sweetness of the stench, the fluids, the dirt

Caressing your sanity, from deep in your brain

Skillful fingers that search in the dark

For the tight and cold abyss to ritually cross

No pleas, no cries, no moans in the ground

From that tenant who inherited a dead heaven's land

(Which is now full of flies)

Sorrowful prayers of the mourners

The misty air that circles your breath

The Stiffness that's surrounding

Believers in waiting in your temple of sex

Your time is out, your body is dead and all your lust

Is a dark gift that in decay belongs to me

So let my love be your epitaph

Forget the lies the choir sang tonight

Skillful Fingers that search in the dark

Like an Incubus prowling you hunt in the night

Silent graveyard mute witness of love

Cause the cries of the dead are as silent as God

(And just as cold)

Numbed sight of an Angel in disguise of Death

Caged heat in a coffin of putrid velvet

The deceitful caress of your impaled beloved

Are the forthcoming sings of your life's last spasm