My dearest dark angel,
how has come to be?
Had thou black wings faltered by poetic
blasphemy?
Twas' dreadful manifestation of dying immortality
Injuring
the paraffin of your blazing divinity.
Sweet, sweet
infidel, by Eden has condemn
Now a moribund mortal by morbidity end
Will thou ever witness the spring time of glen?
would
ever Saint mercy and salvation descend?
Oh putrid dark
angel, you are nothing but damned.
With cursed golden bones obey
thou master's command
You are forever vanquished from the
promising land
I am the Master of the bones, pursue my demands.
Deliver
dark angel, I bestow you my bidding
Like the great Saint Ashlar
whom witches thought deceiving
You are not to betray me, my ever
ebullient darling
So as not to hearken thou symphonies of mourning
My
Saccharin dark angel, whose soul cost the artifice
I behold in
thou eyes, marks of murders to suffice
Once imprisoned, once
deceived to fulfill thou sacrifice
Twas' tormenting a reminiscence
that thou greatly despised
My love, my dark angel, it is
but sadistic obsession
Quench me of your musical macabre
addiction
I am consumed by the perfume of thou infernal passion
My
fallen dark prince, my darkest devotion.