Chalice Of Lunar Blood (исполнитель: Lux Occulta)

[bad word]  Come closer...
You, o Beauty, dressed in moonlight
and the snakeheads of ivy leaves
entwin e your white [bad word]  Come here...

spit on me, spit on me
for I am the dust under your feet
unexpected and unwanted, I am your portrait,
water and salt, air to breathe [bad word] closer...
let's climb to the sky
to heights of ecstasy
to [bad word] and back

and then
I put on your tongue
one little drop of my sperm
it's bitter
tastes like old bread
tastes like stone
tastes like pain

blinded by the red suns of yur nipples
gropingly looking for a source of light
I find the spring of sacred wine
pour me some

crown my pillar with your living flesh
and I will bless you with my [bad word] be my wueen of enraptured love
priestess of the black summer night

jewels of my sperm illuminate your misty crown
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