Sacred Lyrics - Singles - Danse Macabre

Perversity, lust, decadence 

Mankind's prior frustration 

My mind hardly can comprehend 

Mating the sole destination 

This decline of romanticism 

I do regret indeed 

Replaced by forms of fetishism 

It makes my heart bleed 

Born in a wrong century 

A label that I gladly wear 

For there should be room for mystery 

And to touch a soulmate's hair 

Eroticism a fine form of art 

But why share it with the world 

For I care for matters of the heart 

In this 21st century world 

This decline of romanticism 

I do regret indeed 

Replaced by forms of fetishism 

It makes my heart bleed 

Born in a wrong century 

A label that I gladly wear 

For there should be room for mystery 

And to touch a soulmate's hair 

And to touch a soulmate's hair 

And to touch a soulmate's hair