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- - - CHARNEL HOUSE BLUES - - -
Haunting notes fill the air
As the organ weaves its despair
Precision like a knife
In the gorgon eyes
Draining away her life
She's so addicted to blood
Feverish before her god
The lacerations and scars
Shine brightly beneath the stars
Look in the mirror to see a venomous beauty
Do you have the strength to strike and do your duty?
Fiendish lovers coerce the creatures of the night
Sacraments to sacrifice their unholy rights
The devil's laughter...
Why do we tremble at the image of fallen idols
When sorrowful sonnets speak of losing battles?
Our past is full of our pain and frailty
I will stick with you through our dying finale
She's so addicted to flesh
That's raw, bloody and still fresh
Her salivations and wants
Taunting, darkly, 'neath her haunts
Cannibal desires
Delicacies before fires
Writhe in orgasmic throes
Within the charnel house
In company of ghosts
(c) 2015 Frank Green
As the organ weaves its despair
Precision like a knife
In the gorgon eyes
Draining away her life
She's so addicted to blood
Feverish before her god
The lacerations and scars
Shine brightly beneath the stars
Look in the mirror to see a venomous beauty
Do you have the strength to strike and do your duty?
Fiendish lovers coerce the creatures of the night
Sacraments to sacrifice their unholy rights
The devil's laughter...
Why do we tremble at the image of fallen idols
When sorrowful sonnets speak of losing battles?
Our past is full of our pain and frailty
I will stick with you through our dying finale
She's so addicted to flesh
That's raw, bloody and still fresh
Her salivations and wants
Taunting, darkly, 'neath her haunts
Cannibal desires
Delicacies before fires
Writhe in orgasmic throes
Within the charnel house
In company of ghosts
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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