De Sade Soliloquy Songtext
von My Dying Bride

Hang over me the drape
Of superfluous horror
Aside nocturnal trapping
Wallow in my art
Crying and dying
My sexual ecstasy

The crimson stream that flows from you


Magnificent, supine
Red heaven gapes at me
Dragged across putrid ground
Mother scorns my glove
A vile red heap
I gorge my selfish dream

Polite garden party
If only they knew

Lick the eyes to make them shine
Peel the peach, cold with time

The weight of fantasy
That is not even mine
Smell her wounds
Rich more than wine

The crimson stream that flows from you