Post by graveflower on May 5, 2005 18:47:02 GMT -5
RITUAL
Majestic creatures, savages born into death
Those who hunt, yet themselves are hunted.
Pale riders of the night, swift to the kill
Visions of bloodpools stain their eyes
While enchanted witches dance to the rhythm of the rain.
Ravishing bodies sway as the alluring scent of sweet flesh
Rises into the damp air.
Glimpses of their luscious skin sprinkled with drops of rain
Mingled with the blood of covenant ritual
Like rubies and diamonds reflected in the moonlit sky.
What invigorating sounds they create
Voicing out with lustful hearts of black fire!
Touching one another to reveal the glory of life and love
Piercing and drawing out with whet tongues
The sins of their forefathers and mothers at best.
Wickedness flowed in their veins
Ancestors, lovers and spirits unknown
As in times past, restless souls turned the earth
While they engaged on this single common ground.
The ancient leader of lost souls arose
Enticed by the enchanting melodies of lovers and victims.
Carnal thoughts rule in the minds
Of those who drink from the claret cup.
And the ways of the righteous are for naught
With their hopeless heart’s cries
Embrace wisdom and beware of all which is seemingly beautiful
These wretched demons passed in the name of love?!
Disillusioned by pulsating flesh
In search of safety in her sacred space.
Followers of the fallen angel close in
Partaking of this erotic feast.
One by one the witches lay
Quickened and whet by the penetrating force inside her
Inhibitions released positioned and willing
An invitation to condemnation
To become as he who enters deeper therein…
this is where I awakened...so will I ever experience this particular dream again? I will never know, but if I do, I will surely share with you.
Majestic creatures, savages born into death
Those who hunt, yet themselves are hunted.
Pale riders of the night, swift to the kill
Visions of bloodpools stain their eyes
While enchanted witches dance to the rhythm of the rain.
Ravishing bodies sway as the alluring scent of sweet flesh
Rises into the damp air.
Glimpses of their luscious skin sprinkled with drops of rain
Mingled with the blood of covenant ritual
Like rubies and diamonds reflected in the moonlit sky.
What invigorating sounds they create
Voicing out with lustful hearts of black fire!
Touching one another to reveal the glory of life and love
Piercing and drawing out with whet tongues
The sins of their forefathers and mothers at best.
Wickedness flowed in their veins
Ancestors, lovers and spirits unknown
As in times past, restless souls turned the earth
While they engaged on this single common ground.
The ancient leader of lost souls arose
Enticed by the enchanting melodies of lovers and victims.
Carnal thoughts rule in the minds
Of those who drink from the claret cup.
And the ways of the righteous are for naught
With their hopeless heart’s cries
Embrace wisdom and beware of all which is seemingly beautiful
These wretched demons passed in the name of love?!
Disillusioned by pulsating flesh
In search of safety in her sacred space.
Followers of the fallen angel close in
Partaking of this erotic feast.
One by one the witches lay
Quickened and whet by the penetrating force inside her
Inhibitions released positioned and willing
An invitation to condemnation
To become as he who enters deeper therein…
this is where I awakened...so will I ever experience this particular dream again? I will never know, but if I do, I will surely share with you.
