If truth is what you truly seek,
Truth is what you’ll find.
Along the way you will grow weak,
In body and in mind.
You think that truth is all you need
To find the hope you dream of,
But hope is just a tiny seed
From that which you have need of.
Truth I’ve found, in hope I grow,
And I wish to let you know:
What you seek will set you free—
Break through deceitful reverie.
Thy eyes molest what they can
Thy heart is a harlot with blood on her lips
Midnight chimes, the Devil’s crimes
I grasp her by her hips
Intertwining love patterns in a cemetery at night
Thy love came with pleasure at first bite
Her pulchritude dispelled with flames on her sex
The world ends, the scars mend
Her body burns as she releases her hex
The angels fall one by one o’er the tombs of the damned
She says “I need thy angel to mourn”
“I need a world to be dead in”
And as we vow our love, “God scorns”
I hear her whisper in the twilight of Armageddon
“I need thy blood, and I need thy bruises”
She tosses and turns
In her velvet bedding
“By the morrow I shall be gone”
I heard her whisper in the twilight of Armageddon
Her memories burn flesh off me
Her body laid to rest fortnights ago
The burial gown, six feet beneath the ground
Decaying with my love bled red in the snow
Eternity can’t heal wounds like mine, yet I still have
Eternity to suffer
Ten years, she’s been gone; She’s been gone so long
And not one ounce of love has died
An ember of sex; an ember of pride
I recall every word she ever said, and
I recall her whisper in the twilight of Armageddon.