Quintessence Lyrics - Rotting Christ

Here stays enthroned the one that breathes the night 

The blood ruler of great fights 

Here stays enthroned the virgin of ten thousand sins 

The virgin whose beauty dreams all light 

She is the one that her love is lethal sweet 

She is the one that owns the fate of clever fools 

She is the one whose smile: means your defeat 

Behold her name the threefold breath 

The veil under her eyes portends only death 

Her breast is venomous, her kiss rebirths 

Go further and further close to the death 

Be wise to time, be strong to hold 

Her pleasure for the gods, orison for the souls 

Her joy is earth, the color of gold 

Her absence is named cold 

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The lady from the end of all life 

Her power is the world, her fear is the life 

Behold thyself do not make her your wife 

Your soul belongs to her, to her knife 

Fear not her lethal eternal grip 

Her loss does not make you weak, keeps you strict 

A demon is for you, for you to keep 

Her ecstasy on your feet 

[CHORUS] 

The one that breathes the night 

Blood ruler of great fights 

Virgin of thousand sins 

Her beauty dims all light 

She walks on semi-dead souls 

Her love is lethal sweet 

She owns the fate of clever fools 

Her smile, your defeat 

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Ice in her eyes-soil in her soul 

Hard in her heart-harm in her arm 

Death in her breath-pain in her name 

She is inside-deep in your life 

Miss you side-take my harm 

Breathe my heart-in your side 

We are in her-we must now hide 

She is inside-deep in your life 

Behold her name the threefold breath 

The veil under her eyes portends only death 

Her breast is venomous, her kiss rebirths 

Go further and further close to the death 

Be wise to time, be strong to hold 

Her pleasure for the gods, orison for the souls 

Her joy is earth, the color of gold 

Her absence is named cold 

[CHORUS]