Текст песни Cryptopsy - Lichmistress
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Our lady of seven sorrows,Mother of mourning, precious lich...A white horse found your grave,Then it was beheaded.The funeral goat`s semenAnnoints your resting place.Far below, the state you`re in replenishesMy well of lossAs things from beyond watch as you rotBeneath me.Wretchedly, I pine as I begin at once to clawThe earthTo free you from the worms, to free youFrom damnation.The stake in your bosom pains me too...Wistfully, I gaze into those empty holesWhich once were eyesThat beheld so much blood, that beheld soMuch evil...Cyanotic lips caress the cold grey face ofOne interredWhose flesh is much too frail, whose fleshBegins to quiver.Mistress of my flesh,Your servant longs for your kiss,To hold you once again,All pretty with blood...Now shall all of heaven weep.