Born In A Burial Gown
(专辑: Bitter Suites To Succubi - 2001)
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The
work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the
forest's bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak Tried once concealing Hell A
snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The
circus lurches in, a
ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the
confines Of the
panther's den She watches from a
maypole, on the
rip of Her tongue The
restless spirit of Christmas to come A
Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the
aerial She was the
light of the
world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a
burial gown Unloosed, the
chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a
carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a
tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the
aerial She was the
light of the
world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a
burial gown Now She moves with a
predator's guile Beyond the
fire-lit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a
while Then matches its beat, synching in with a
knife She wrestles Her dreams with a
delicate case Espied by Her cross on the
wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibilant and at last The
circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave...