HOUSE OF COUNTS

Who can remember the last full moon of Autumn
within an abysmal chasm of hellbound hearts
reviled by the empty orbs staring from the dead man's noose
lost betwixt the embrace of two lovers' suicide vows?

Wrought iron gates of godless hate
Strum and drang twined claw and fang
This house of Counts renounce the Faith

Wisps of crimson Jezebel
From this world to Hell
Goddamn the hand that feeds

These ghosts never fade
Like the last days of fateful Pompeii
The sort extorts the lowliest fix
Those dreadful downfalls
From the parapets of our cabal
The ghosts of host spiral to the pits

Lost in the timeless tragedy
Grief frought though aught with misery
Tapestries draped 'ver vivid scars
Bow once more to the mourning star

Madness twist and turn in deceit
Follow the lies that set me free
The Count of House severs the vein

O, my scarlet Jezebel
Upon the spit of Hell
Crucified in the chapel

These ghosts never fade
Like the last days of fateful Pompeii
The sort extorts the lowliest fix
Those dreadful downfalls
From the parapets of our cabal
The ghosts of host spiral to the pits

Lost in the timeless tragedy
Grief frought though aught with misery
Tapestries draped 'ver vivid scars
Bow once more to the mourning star

Blood upon the shore
Drained from the moors
Before the damning dawn
Insidious but pure

When is the next great haunting of the equinox
when the coming morn arrives soonest to burn thee
into the bowels of eternity where we shall rest
in stages of funeral rites and immortality?

These ghosts never fade
Like the last days of fateful Pompeii
The sort extorts the lowliest fix
Those dreadful downfalls
From the parapets of our cabal
The ghosts of host spiral to the pits

Lost in the timeless tragedy
Grief frought though aught with misery
Tapestries draped 'ver vivid scars
Bow once more to the mourning star