And The Kiss Of God's Mouth - Part II lyrics by Virgin Black. Kiss the image in a stranger's casket What has become of the splendor? Twelve strokes have...
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Kiss the image in a stranger's casket
What has become of the splendor?
Twelve strokes have fallen
And the faintly heard breath
That argued my beauty
A ruined soul bewailing
Where the angels allow their wings bewilted
To droop, to bow to the bosom of a friend
Kiss me tenderly, savage God
My lips are dumb to speak a thousand inane words
And how sweet a toil
All is dark, all is blackened
All, but an upturned face
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