De Sade Soliloquay Lyrics - My Dying Bride

Hang over me the drape 

Of superfluous Horror 

Aside Nocturnal trapping 

Wallow in my Art 

Crying and dying 

My sexual ecstacy 

The crimson stream 

That flows from you 

Magnificent, Supine, 

Red heaven gapes at me 

Dragged across putrid ground 

Mother scorns my glove 

A vile red heap 

I gorge my selfish dream 

Polite garden party 

If only they knew 

Lick the eyes 

To make them shine 

Peel the peach 

Cold with time 

The weight of fantasy 

That is not even mine 

Smell her wounds 

Rich more than wine 

The crimson stream 

That flows from you.