Profane Chants Of The Forsaken

Step inside, tender wench Dry your tears and step beneath Don't mind when their thirst is quenched On maidens who're gagging to breathe Don't mind them cruel swines Foolishly tightening their noose But witness the sanguineous vines And the nectars they set loose Witness them succulent lotuses petals With innocence blooming at early birth Chaste fluids filling glass vessels Bloody pistils ain't much of a worth Devoured by ethyl and raindrops of wax Scent of virgins wakes unspoken deeds The colours fade to the soul canvas To feed thy sacrilegious needs