The way your body quakes
The sheer terror on that gaudy-masked face
Only incites my need to disgrace your every being
The searing flames won't squelch my desire alone
Nor will the Almighty's scorn deter this wayward soul
When the wellspring runs dry
When those pious vermin devitalize the vine
There'll be nothing left to those who walk the line, so why even try? Virtue seems so passé when unhallowed ambrosia tastes so sweet
And her surplus is more fulfilling than a babe to its mother's teat.
The searing flames won't squelch my desire alone
Nor will the Almighty's scorn deter this wayward soul
For I've made my bed amongst depraved bones
Rifely, to the whore's chalice, I will indulge
I will intrude your pearly gates through wiled devilry
Flattered by a grin, you'll fall to the arms of execrable sin.
Teeming in utter sacrilege, my darling you and me;
CONTRAVENED
The searing flames won't squelch my desire alone
Nor will the Almighty's scorn deter this wayward soul
For I've made my bed amongst depraved bones
And rifely to the whore's chalice, I will indulge
This wild 35-track all-metal benefit album features Mare Cognitum, Panopticon, and more reinventing songs by Tori Amos & others. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2020