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DRACULA CHRIST
Raise me on the altar
Of Dracula Christ
Stake me in my dead heart
All I have for you are lies
The sun holds no terror for me
Romanticized in dark
Blood sipping tales of the night
Your villain ‘neath the murder tree
Am I your devil?
Am I your Jesus?
I will be your thrall to the flesh
I am your metal!
Without a reason!
Death shrouded in my Sunday best
Be my midnightmare lover in secret shadows
Hallowed by thy grave as we whisper from below
The decaying dead know no other love like this
As we twist in throes and undertows
And tempt the wrath of desecrated bliss
Hey there, Dr. Jekyll
Is there somewhere for these limbs
To party like the recent dead?
There’s a fallen rebel
Chain smoking Cruella Slims
Stitched together like a dead head
I am your devil!
I am not your God!
Just show me the pleasures of pain
Are you my metal
Awash in the blood?
Take me down and I’ll tap your vein
Be my midnightmare lover in secret shadows
Hallowed by thy grave as we whisper from below
The decaying dead know no other love like this
As we twist in throes and undertows
And tempt the wrath of desecrated bliss
Spiders are black and their webs ensnare
The dame to the grave of this you must beware
Roses are dead and your face is blue
Place thorns in your mouth ‘cause you know that I love you
BASTARD SONS OF DIRE WOLVES
MURDEROUS CROWS TAKING FLIGHT
HEAR THE SOUNDS OF BLACK MASS FUCKING
THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT
OH, WHAT DEVILRY THEY BRING
THE BLESSING OF THE DAMNED
AS WE SING OF THE AUTUMN FLAME
SHEEP BLOOD AND PENTAGRAMS
And save you from your Hell
To partake in my own vice
Of the choicest of the village
Raise me on the altar
To be your Dracula Christ
And I’ll sip your scarlet vintage
Am I your devil?
Am I your Jesus?
I will be your thrall to the flesh
I am your metal!
Without a reason!
Death shrouded in my Sunday best
Be my midnightmare lover in secret shadows
Hallowed by thy grave as we whisper from below
The decaying dead know no other love like this
As we twist in throes and undertows
And tempt the wrath of desecrated bliss
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Of Dracula Christ
Stake me in my dead heart
All I have for you are lies
The sun holds no terror for me
Romanticized in dark
Blood sipping tales of the night
Your villain ‘neath the murder tree
Am I your devil?
Am I your Jesus?
I will be your thrall to the flesh
I am your metal!
Without a reason!
Death shrouded in my Sunday best
Be my midnightmare lover in secret shadows
Hallowed by thy grave as we whisper from below
The decaying dead know no other love like this
As we twist in throes and undertows
And tempt the wrath of desecrated bliss
Hey there, Dr. Jekyll
Is there somewhere for these limbs
To party like the recent dead?
There’s a fallen rebel
Chain smoking Cruella Slims
Stitched together like a dead head
I am your devil!
I am not your God!
Just show me the pleasures of pain
Are you my metal
Awash in the blood?
Take me down and I’ll tap your vein
Be my midnightmare lover in secret shadows
Hallowed by thy grave as we whisper from below
The decaying dead know no other love like this
As we twist in throes and undertows
And tempt the wrath of desecrated bliss
Spiders are black and their webs ensnare
The dame to the grave of this you must beware
Roses are dead and your face is blue
Place thorns in your mouth ‘cause you know that I love you
BASTARD SONS OF DIRE WOLVES
MURDEROUS CROWS TAKING FLIGHT
HEAR THE SOUNDS OF BLACK MASS FUCKING
THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT
OH, WHAT DEVILRY THEY BRING
THE BLESSING OF THE DAMNED
AS WE SING OF THE AUTUMN FLAME
SHEEP BLOOD AND PENTAGRAMS
And save you from your Hell
To partake in my own vice
Of the choicest of the village
Raise me on the altar
To be your Dracula Christ
And I’ll sip your scarlet vintage
Am I your devil?
Am I your Jesus?
I will be your thrall to the flesh
I am your metal!
Without a reason!
Death shrouded in my Sunday best
Be my midnightmare lover in secret shadows
Hallowed by thy grave as we whisper from below
The decaying dead know no other love like this
As we twist in throes and undertows
And tempt the wrath of desecrated bliss
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 26th Sep 2017
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26th Sep 2017 7:52am
27th Sep 2017 9:52pm
I like this stanza, it's a bold image
' I am your devil!
I am not your God!
Just show me the pleasures of pain
Are you my metal
Awash in the blood?
Take me down and I’ll tap your vein '
The whole thing is imaginative and good, it has originality...
' I am your devil!
I am not your God!
Just show me the pleasures of pain
Are you my metal
Awash in the blood?
Take me down and I’ll tap your vein '
The whole thing is imaginative and good, it has originality...
27th Sep 2017 9:52pm
