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THE SHARPER THE STAKE

It�s been eons since I last tasted your lips
The deadly seduction of your winter wisp
From the heart of darkness, the blackest eclipse
You poisoned me with a love so true
So that I may feed on the blood with you
Desire incarnate etched in the veil of the abyss

From whence we kissed

I writhe with the plague you placed on this phage
Killing confessions I scribe on the page
Murderous intents, thunderous laments
Whispered in the night that I can�t resist
I�m honed to the edge, dungeons and your bed
Hanging with despair and the recently dead

So, shall we curse the day?
Desecration of the grave
Scream my name in godless vain
And we�ll tap another vein

What have I become?
In pleasure and pain
More tender the heart
The sharper the stake

My ivory ghast is doomed in the fast
Between dawn and dusk and curses long past
But my obsession of your dominion
Echoes across your mordant possession
I know I am blessed for the blood �cross your breasts
Was a wetwork of art from your caress

Drag me down at dawn in your coffin, my dear
We can taste immortality�s crimson tears
Sanctified and crucified because of fear
You were once the devil�s concubine
Now thrice cursed upon a time you are mine
Infernal incarnate chiseled on the wall of the revered

The scarlet smear

So, shall we curse the day?
Desecration of the grave
Scream my name in godless vain
And we�ll tap another vein

What have I become?
In pleasure and pain
More tender the heart
The sharper the stake

GOD CANNOT OFFER BETTER SALVATION
THAN YOUR BITTER SWEET DAMNATION

So, shall we curse the day?
Desecration of the grave
Scream my name in godless vain
And we�ll tap another vein

What have I become?
In pleasure and pain
More tender the heart
The sharper the stake