[00:00.00] 作词 : Ricky Ross/K. Lee
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ricky Ross/K. Lee
[00:22.18]Sister midnight comes blaspheming
[00:54.54]Screaming in the keys of faith and fear
[01:04.91]
[01:07.48]Unentweining our spines twists me to kneeling...
[01:15.35]
[01:16.35]Spilling like the moonlight on her glistering rear
[01:28.47]Defiled at heart
[01:31.04]
[02:03.33]In this perfect hell
[02:05.40]Under red leaves bleeding
[02:07.77]Over sealed chatéau we fell
[02:28.27]To demonocracy
[02:32.46]Where neither Adam or Eve
[02:36.21]
[02:39.46]Conceived of such iniquites
[02:41.59]From pleasure or pain
[02:43.40]Or the razor′s edge in between
[02:48.40]Thou art my seventh heaven burning
[02:51.59]Going down as with the sun...
[03:07.27]Writhing like a river
[03:11.46]
[03:28.76]fluids moves a torrent
[03:30.01]Bound to please
[03:31.01]On denierred knees
[03:31.95]In any wicked way
[03:33.57]That her whims may warrant
[03:35.38]I hang on every verb
[03:38.07]Every dirty word
[03:40.44]Interred
[03:40.88]In her pornoglossa...
[03:41.88]Christlike, whipped and weak
[03:43.63]Painted nails driven through the meek
[03:46.07]Yet in obituary
[03:48.07]My dreams still weep
[03:53.44]Of dark blood and ******* thee
[03:55.88]Thou art my seventh heaven burning
[03:59.01]Going down as with the day
[04:01.88]Baring lunar curvature
[04:03.26]Like canvas for a lick of pain
[04:05.44]Writhing like a viper
[04:06.20]Deep inside her Eden
[04:10.00]Forbidden to eat
[04:11.00]I kiss leylines to her feet
[04:12.31]Then baithing wrath
[04:13.00]I steal a path
[04:13.87]Back to the fruits of her womb
[04:15.62]Back to the crack of her tomb...
[04:17.56]Her roseate sliver
[04:18.37]Quivers with snuff appeal
[04:19.43]The torque of her hips
[04:20.50]Lip-syncs me in for the kill
[04:21.87]Tongue-tied, tightroped and spread like disease
[04:23.25]I drain the cup of this Miss Sire
[04:25.12]Her waters into wine for me
[04:26.50]Thou art my seventh angel squirming
[04:27.93]′Neath the forked tongue of the beast
[04:29.99]Arching toward the fabled
[04:30.87]Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief
[04:32.50]Whilst the world outside
[04:33.50]wood of
[04:34.62]Would die for this release
[04:35.87]Our slow orgasmic fuses greet...
[04:37.12]By night and by candle
[04:38.31]At each other′s throats
[04:39.87]In a slick drift of red
[04:41.37]Setting god′s teeth on edge
[04:43.06]We were as wolves preying inside the fold
[04:44.81]Of a slaughtered lamb throw
[04:46.00]On a four poster bed...
[04:47.12]Succulent, Succubus
[04:47.56]Laid without rest
[04:48.25]In the dead of the night
[04:49.75]Succulent. Succubus
[04:50.12]In thy arms
[04:50.81]And thy wetness
[04:51.55]On glossed lips I taste
[04:52.87]Conspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries laced
[04:53.93]With thick unguent rum
[04:54.87]Black-rayed suns and Autumn
[04:55.87]Always in season for our nightfall from grace
[04:57.81]Gorge upon my seed
[04:58.75]Starved Persephone
[04:59.25]Succulent. Succubus. Succour me
[05:00.25]That I might keep
[05:16.10]Thee with me in Hades
[05:19.91]Succulent. Succubus. Succour me
[05:22.91]

作词 : Ricky Ross/K. Lee
作曲 : Ricky Ross/K. Lee
Sister midnight comes blaspheming
Screaming in the keys of faith and fear
Unentweining our spines twists me to kneeling...
Spilling like the moonlight on her glistering rear
Defiled at heart
In this perfect hell
Under red leaves bleeding
Over sealed chatéau we fell
To demonocracy
Where neither Adam or Eve
Conceived of such iniquites
From pleasure or pain
Or the razor′s edge in between
Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the sun...
Writhing like a river
fluids moves a torrent
Bound to please
On denierred knees
In any wicked way
That her whims may warrant
I hang on every verb
Every dirty word
Interred
In her pornoglossa...
Christlike, whipped and weak
Painted nails driven through the meek
Yet in obituary
My dreams still weep
Of dark blood and ******* thee
Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the day
Baring lunar curvature
Like canvas for a lick of pain
Writhing like a viper
Deep inside her Eden
Forbidden to eat
I kiss leylines to her feet
Then baithing wrath
I steal a path
Back to the fruits of her womb
Back to the crack of her tomb...
Her roseate sliver
Quivers with snuff appeal
The torque of her hips
Lip-syncs me in for the kill
Tongue-tied, tightroped and spread like disease
I drain the cup of this Miss Sire
Her waters into wine for me
Thou art my seventh angel squirming
′Neath the forked tongue of the beast
Arching toward the fabled
Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief
Whilst the world outside
wood of
Would die for this release
Our slow orgasmic fuses greet...
By night and by candle
At each other′s throats
In a slick drift of red
Setting god′s teeth on edge
We were as wolves preying inside the fold
Of a slaughtered lamb throw
On a four poster bed...
Succulent, Succubus
Laid without rest
In the dead of the night
Succulent. Succubus
In thy arms
And thy wetness
On glossed lips I taste
Conspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries laced
With thick unguent rum
Black-rayed suns and Autumn
Always in season for our nightfall from grace
Gorge upon my seed
Starved Persephone
Succulent. Succubus. Succour me
That I might keep
Thee with me in Hades
Succulent. Succubus. Succour me