(The Parlour) Intoxicated with Life

Don't you feel it 

the Thunder in your mind

The Howling wind in 

your soul

you just can't help 

but dance

to a tune

you know not

but

by the Devil

it feels right

you should Sing in

the trees

Swim in the 

Somme

Why don't you kiss

a stranger?

With Drums in your heart 

sending mailed knights

to a far flung heaven

Don't you feel 

it?

the call of the Earth

and by gone ages?

Don't you just want to feel

the desert sand in your hair?

As surly do you taste

the temptation of my Lips

You panic and threat

I am meek

I am weak

Nervermore!

You're Iron and Bone

your blood is the fire of Stars

as surly as your eyes are my temptation

you're life and you're in my veins