BY THE CANDLE’S LIGHT, LADY MIDIAN

From lapping waves to distant vistas,
The eyes of casters and master twisters,
Witness the furies singing their songs,
Of a foul mistress within the homes
Of lowly men and castles of Kings.
My lusting lips burns jealous Queens,
The tables turns with timeless sands,
By the candle’s light, Lady Midian.

Lightning strikes about her tomb,
Illuminating mirrors to set the groom.
Pale foundations on a marble face,
Black mascara to enhance the gloom.
Witness the incarnation
Of darkness that is now reborn,
Summoning, the calling of the horn.
Herald the flaming destruction,
Riding the black winds of the storm.

The Lady of the Dead, summoning
The night to her beck and call
Midian with blood stained lips,
Queen of the dead men’s halls.

Look into my eyes and kiss my likeness,
Portrait on the wall, witch from the abyss.
Wicked treasure awaits for who trespass
Upon my flesh, burning eyes of all who witness
Deathly sodomies reborn in timeless sands,
By the candle’s light, stands I, Lady Midian.

Love me beyond kings and queens
For fantasies born from beyond your dreams.
I’ll ravish you within your bed
Giving head
Way to your dying screams.

Undead beauty graces my vision
Fair skin stitched with perfect incisions.
Black hair filled with sin and luster.
Pitiless white orbs keeps me imprisoned.
Prepare my annihilation
With softened sighs and dripping thighs
Giving me a feast for my eyes,
Casting spells all over me,
And relished in my heartening cries.

She broke me upon her knee,
Lavished within my laughs and screams.
A concubine from the devil’s pits,
Flickering in the room, candle lit.
Born of tragedy and fantasy
To behold all of man pleading on his knees.

Love me beyond kings and queens
For fantasies born from beyond your dreams.
I’ll ravish you within your bed
Giving head
Way to your dying screams.

Look into my eyes and kiss my likeness,
Portrait on the wall, witch from the abyss.
Wicked treasure awaits for who trespass
Upon my flesh, burning eyes of all who witness
Deathly sodoms reborn in timeless sands,
By the candle’s light, stands I, Lady Midian.

The Lady of the Dead, summoning
The night to her beck and call
Midian with blood stained lips,
Queen of the dead men’s halls.

I long to see her morbid thoughts
Come to life by the crimes she wrought
Against angels fallen
By her beauty and the lessons taught.
Show me wonders
So I can then burn my eyes
On the rose burning between her thighs,
Strangle my sanity
While I listen to the song of her cries.

Bare witness to ancient scorn
Where minds are picked and bodies torn.
I’ll torture you before I’m through
Sucking you
Until the last early mourn.
The last you’ll see is perfect skin
Supple, yet firm dripping with endless sin.
Tight black leather of bondage
Pay homage
To the candle’s light, stands I, Lady Midian.