Garden of Sin

Desolate are the skies that wept in pain
And laid it's grandeur in perennial sorrow
Overflowed are the shores of this devoided mind
With the blood of it's lingering death

Unveil thine palest… thoughts?
Bedeck that sordid contempt to being
…as it wilts…

With wistful yearns and tempestous lechery
Be the breeze to smite this feeble vision
Let the enticiment grow strong
While devouring this grieving profundity

Whisper still, streak my flesh with your might
Gleam and blind, set ablaze your caress

Show me the lust of the fallen
Condemn me to your garden of sin

Desires burn fierce and I with them
Kiss me deep cleance me with your poisoned tounge
Indulge in my immolation
Taste of the tepid carnal red

Senses wane, yet relentless seem this will…
Your licentious vigour hang as vestment upon me
Blessed by it's passionate thorns of mourning
…again bleed

And in these dirges of vain
Worlds of ember are drowning fast

Se release me unto pestilential serenity
Release me… whilst lacrymose I falter
Through your garden of sin!

So be the quietus
To scythe, the tendon of life
Oh, how I long!