Desire In Violent Overture

Nights came trailing ghost concertos
 Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows
 Playing torture chamber music allegretto
 Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo
 Skinless the dark shall scream
 Hoarse her symphonies
 Deathmashed as the moon
 That had lifted her dreams
 And frowned on the winding steps down
 To where the vulgar strayed
 Taunting sick her tender prey
 She glided in her bridal gown
 How sleep the pure
 Desire in violent overture
 An emanation of phantom madness
 The Countess beheld in shroud
 By girls bereft of future vows
 Soon to wed in white the frosted ground
 Burning like a brand on the countenance of God
 A yearning took her hand to his Seraphim, bound
 Deep red hissed the cat whips
 On the whim of her ill-will
 Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss
 Flayed further songs of overkill
 How weep the pure
 Desire in violent overture
 Oh, desire in violent overture
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 In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses
 Pooled blood and broken dolls
 A torchlit shadow theatre souled
 With the echoed cries of lives she stole
 Killing time
 She struck the hours dead
 In her control
 Thus menopaused
 Her clock of hacked out cunts
 Began to toll
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 13 chimes of ancient strain
 I conjure forth with dirge
 Oh
 That fills the void with timbred pain
 To fulfill my sexual urge
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 Frights came wailing from the dark side
 Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes
 Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber
 Bespattered and appeased
 As pregnant skies outside bore thunder
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 How sleep the pure
 Desire in violent overture
 Desire in violent
 As when high winds
 Attune whipped trees
 Her savage nature pitched
 Would once again conduct the pleas
 Of those she loved to agonies
 As if it were
 The first time every night
 That she carved her seal
 In the flesh of life