Sullen Souls

The silhouette of my blood upon the loam
Circles your gilded despair to keep
Wanting, desiring your lust in cold mist
The mausoleums are lit up with fervor tonight
For you are making with the dead
Mordant nightskies strike with heeated ice
Only to percieve the blood-cold winds
I need your morbid eyes to concieve an angel
Desires to lost rites to be left in torment
Seal the darkness from the omens
Rotting the embraced gravesite
For the moonlight shines down to silhouette you
Forsake the mordant tumors of a nocturnal hell
Embrace the dawn with your eternal dusk
What is is that you are lost in concieved souls
I need you to sacrifice me
So you shall live
No more sullen despair
No more audacious lust
I rest tonight in your morbid arms to die
Bleed upon wines and roses
So that you may drink
I am your truth and your courage in the facing darkness
Caress one last time the sullen mist