Lichmistress

(Album: None So Vile - 1996)

Our lady of seven sorrows
Mother of mourning, precious lich...

A white horse found your grave
Then it was beheaded
The funeral goat's semen
Annoints your resting place

Far below, the state you're in replenishes my well of loss
As things from beyond watch as you rot beneath me
Wretchedly, I pine as I begin at once to claw the earth
To free you from the worms, to free you from damnation

The stake in your bosom pains me too...

Wistfully, I gaze into those empty holes which once were eyes
That beheld so much blood, that beheld so much evil...
Cyanotic lips caress the cold grey face of one interred
Whose flesh is much too frail, whose flesh begins to quiver

Mistress of my flesh
Your servant longs for your kiss
To hold you once again
All pretty with blood...

Now shall all of heaven weep