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Of Dark Blood and Fucking

Sister midnight comes blaspheming

Screaming in the keys of faith and fear

Unentwining, our spines twists me to kneeling

Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rearDefiled at heart in this perfect hell

Under red leaves bleeding over scaled chateau we fell

To demonocracy, where neither Adam or Eve

Conceived of such iniquities from pleasure or pain

Or the razor's edge in betweenThou art my seventh heaven burning

Going down as with the sun

Within like a river fluids moves a torrent

Bound to please on denierred knees

In any wicked way that her whims may warrantI hang on every verb, every dirty word, interred

In her pornoglossa, Christlike, whipped and weak

Painted nails driven through the meek

Yet in obituary, my dreams still weep

Of dark blood and fucking theeThou art my seventh heaven burning

Going down as with the day

Baring lunar curvature like canvas for a lick of painWrithing like a viper deep inside her Eden

Forbidden to eat, I kiss leylines to her feet

Then baiting wrath, I steal a path

Back to the fruits of her womb

Back to the crack of her tombHer roseate sliver quivers with snuff appeal

The torque of her hips, lip-sync me in for the kill

Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease

I drain the cup of this Miss Sire, her water into wine for meThou art my seventh angel squirming

'Neath the forked tongue of the beast

Arching toward the fabled

Like a sculptured nymph seeking base reliefWhilst the world outside

A wood of suicide

Would die for this release

Our slow orgasmic fuses greetBy night and by candle at each other's throat

In a slick drift of red, setting God's teeth on edge

We were as wolves preying inside the fold

Of a slaughtered lamb throw on a four poster bedSucculent, Succubus

Laid without rest In the dead of the night

Succulent, SuccubusIn thy arms and thy wetness

On glossed lips I taste

Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced

With thick unguent rum, black-rayed suns and autumn

Always in season for our nightfall from graceGorge upon my seed

Starved Persephone

Succulent, Succubus

That I might keep

Thee with me in HadesSucculent, Succubus

Succour me

Succulent, Succubus

Succour me

Succulent, Succubus

Succulent, Succubus[Incomprehensible]

Songwriters

Eaglestone Robin Mark; Smith Keith Leslie; Adrian Erlandsson; Anstis Stuart; Davey Daniel LloydPublished by

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