Amor E Morte Cradle of Filth

Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has she slept
Their cruel red mouths darkened
To bowed silhouettes
I saw in a new moon
With her scent on my breath
But then all to soon
Came the hunger for flesh

I held her in eyes like necropoli
Laying her on a tomb with a view
Lighting her from her feet
To the stars in her hair
Drove sweet blood to her throat
And my lips parted there

In the tone of splintered bone

She screams benighted
My limbs ignite
A carnal carnivore
On all fours to go

An ebon Nemesis
From torture gardens of Dis
Having never breathed an Eve
As far narcotic as this
Two spellbound hellhounds
Hearts pounding loud
Racing Heaven out of focus
Under quicksilver clouds