In the Loving Arms of Lunacy’s Secret Demons Songtext
von The Devil’s Blood

I can feel the hot air about my skin
Your breath, liquid steel, suffused with sin
I drown in the noxious, bilious, secretions of your love
Lungs filled with the feathers of a black dove

"Oh you greatest of lovers
No iron shirt will avail you tonight"

The Wheel of Suffering
It spins and spins
Rats leading, piper follows
And from deep within the weeping cunt
Life is forever shunned


"Oh you greatest of lovers
No iron shirt will avail you tonight
For molten rock follows our stride
We ride, yes, we ride!"

I light your fire
I destroy your heaven
I recreate your world
I now add the 1 to form the 11

Small steps at first
But ever faster go the feet that move the burning boy
He is pacing through a thousand dreams
And nothing may break his stride

And dreams begin to form,
From beyond a shape can be seen
A nightly, stark, gaunt figure
Hovers among the stars that mock us
Even as we dream to attain their shine