Vespertine Decay Songtext
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At the stroke of twelve
I feel alive, oh, Lord!

I was born with the birthmark of cinders
Wreaking havoc through the torment growing within me
Heresy, vespertine decay

Mere tools for my needs, with every inch deep
A corpus delicti of the worst kind
Necrotic excavation for erotic deformations

Well, I was born with the birthmark of cinders
Wreaking havoc through the torment growing within me
Depravity, vespertine decay

As the casket creaks
My morbid fascination becomes real
The flavor of dead meat, true pleasure divine


As nostalgia grows, prophecies foretold
Nourishment of perversity deep within me
What cavernous exaltation
Decency bereft, grotesqueries untold
Exquisite stench of dead flesh a perfume
A malodorous banquet

Six feet deep
My morbid fascination becomes real
Fresh cold cuts at my feet
For my pulsating meat

Cold touch, sweet lust
Thy innocence lost with every thrush
A vulgar humiliation
Sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Let me prey! Prey!

As nostalgia grows, prophecies foretold
Nourishment of perversity deep within me
What cavernous exaltation
Decency bereft, grotesqueries untold
Ancestry of defeat
Salvation divine


Stroke of twelve
I feel alive, oh! Sweet vespertine decay
Morbid depravity, I worship death
Erotic insanity, faith unrestrained
Morbid depravity, embracing apathy
Erotic lunacy, with brute force

Cold touch, sweet lust
Thy innocence lost with every thrust
A vulgar humiliation
Corrupt the corpse with every breath
Heresy, without hesitation

Sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Let me prey! Prey!
Sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Let me prey! Prey!

Sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Let me prey! Let me prey!
Sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Let me prey! Prey!