Текст песни The Black Dahlia Murder - Closed Casket Requiem
The Black Dahlia Murder - Closed Casket Requiem слова песни
dear diary, tonight will be our lastmy hands are itching for razorsmy angel, this knife shall carve thee wingsconsumed by sickness, i ache to see your bloodthe hour approaches when i shall lay a nest inside of yousliced open i lay waste to my desiressweet entrails are scooped onto the tileand in my dreams i hold your head beneath the wavesafter you`ve died, i kiss the nape of your porcelain neckyou enter me in death`s perpetual embraceskin tightens in the throes of lustand in my dreams i cut your mouth from ear to eardissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your roomhow splendidly i carve into your tender heartshuddering between the sheetsfor weeks i`ve watched you, perched above your sleeping formas i caress your perfectionmy angel, i`ll tear your insides outmy mind is flooding, the marrow of your bonesi cannot subside `til i have suckled every inch of youyour features now glazed in your own bloodmy fingers find home amongst your gutsand in my dreams i hold your head beneath the wavesafter you`ve died, i kiss the nape of your porcelain neckyou enter me in death`s perpetual embraceskin tightens in the throes of lustand in my dreams i cut your mouth from ear to eardissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your roomhow splendidly i carve into your tender heartshuddering between the sheetswhisper your name as you awaken your throat gasps, your skin recoilswe shall be intertwined, entangled in our lovemurder beckons as time stops with your voice"i`ll love you forever" -- and forever it shall bethe knives begin singing, they`re weeping for your fleshthe pinnacle of obsession is clawing at the fibers of my mindthe rampant state of elation is heightened by the paleness of your crieswith a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creationswith a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is twistingthe knives are crooning for this perfect endfor weeks i`ve watched you, perched above your sleeping formas i caress your perfectionmy angel, i`ll tear your insides outmy mind is flooding, the marrow of your bonesi cannot subside `til i have suckled every inch of youi feel the fibers stretch and tearunbridled climax is achievedi`ve waited so long for this momentthe euphoric act of suicide -- suicide!