Letra de Vespertine Decay
At the stroke of twelve I feel aliveI was born with the birthmark of cinders Wreaking havoc through The torment growing within me Heresy, vespertine decayMere tools for my needs, with every inch deep A corpus delicti of the worst kind Necrotic excavation for erotic deformationsI was born with the birthmark of cinders Wreaking havoc through The torment growing within me Depravity, vespertine decayAs the casket creaks My morbid fascination becomes real The flavor of dead meat, true pleasure divineAs nostalgia grows - prophecies foretold Nourishment of perversity deep within me A cavernous exaltation Decency bereft, grotesqueries untold Exquisite stench of dead flesh a perfume A malodorous banquetSix feet deep My morbid fascination becomes real Fresh cold cuts at my feet For my pulsating meatCold touch, sweet lust Thy innocence lost with every thrush A vulgar humiliation Sinner in the hands of a dirty god Let me preyAs nostalgia grows - prophecies foretold Nourishment of perversity deep within me A cavernous exaltation Decency bereft, grotesqueries untold Exquisite stench of dead flesh a perfume A malodorous banquetStroke of twelve I feel alive - oh sweet vespertine decay Morbid depravity - I worship death Erotic insanity - faith unrestrained Morbid depravity, embracing apathy Erotic lunacy, with brute forceCold touch, sweet lust Thy innocence lost with every thrust A vulgar humiliation Corrupt the corpse with every breath Heresy, without hesitationSinner in the hands of a dirty god Let me prey Sinner in the hands of a dirty god Let me preySinner in the hands of a dirty god Let me prey Sinner in the hands of a dirty god Let me prey