<> page
<...And Darkness Drowned The Land Divine> album page

The Bitter Kiss Of Death

"The night... it haunts me"
My life has thriven upon soil
That was not its to consume

"La victime... je l'ai mordu
Et bu le sang"

Cultus sanguine

"Elle s'a trompé pour la première
et la dernière fois"

I am the glorified bringer
Of thy long due rest
And thus I have ascended
To make thy blooming flower wither
As if it were rotting windfall

Your petals are mine to peel
So bow down befor me... Kneel!

I have been kissed
By the soothing tongues of death before
They did not fool me
I could taste the bitterness from afar

Man need not kneel before the angels
Nor lie in death forever
But for the weakness
Of the feeble will

close window