Testo di The Devourer

THE DEVOURER A carnal delight in your entrails lies Whilst you rest with a mouth full of leaves A thousand incisions on the whitest of skin My eyeless Delilah The snow will be stained as you sleep. And I will entomb you in the cold. And I will walk away as I wipe clean my blades My fifty-third lover with a sliced open throat. Now speak not my of name as I feast on your tongue Your struggle is foreplay to me To puncture desire through most butcherous delictum Is to walk a god amongst men. Reluctant and clandestine A secret meeting of you, and I, and the snow Your mirroring eyes carved from your head And I will entomb you in the cold. And I will walk away as I wipe clean my blades My fifty-third lover with a sliced open throat. For I mustn't tread where you roam. Now speak not my of name as I feast on your tongue Your struggle is foreplay to me To puncture desire through most butcherous delictum Is to walk a god amongst men.