Removal of the eyes gives
my heart a sudden chill.
I preserve them in formaldehyde
to gaze upon at will.
How their greenish flecks befell me
that starlit winter‘s night,
how I lost all that I ever was while
locked within their sight.
Before you sits a broken man with
your fragile pinkish heart in hand.
Peculiar how it can hurt so
bad while love is only in the mind.
I sew the gaping chestwound,
each thread is made with love.
The bosom where I would rest
my face is covered in your blood.
No, this is not the end,
you‘ll live on eternally.
Oh, lord, it‘s not the end,
my secret you‘ll forever be.
I interrupt this transformation,
a familiar lust swelling in me-
a long and soulfull kiss.
The shades are drawn,
the living world can‘t see the coil of entrails.
How curious the smell so pungent to my eager nostrils,
hands further compelled.
No, it‘s not the end,
forever you‘ll be in my arms.
I could never let you go,
my darling cold and blue.
I wonder, are you dreaming still spread eagle,
blood removed.
I weave the sucking trocar
beneath your bruising skin.
Tonight I‘ll lay beside you,
darling, in necromantic sin.
[Solo]
Pinned to the bed sheets
like a prized butterfly,
you‘re mine.
I hear your voice so precious
echoing deeply inside.
I did my best to love you while
you did live and beathe.
This tender taxidermy
token of the bereaved.
I could never let you go,
my darling cold and blue.
I wonder,
are you dreaming still spread eagle,
blood removed.
I weave the sucking trocar
beneath your bruising skin.
Tonight I‘ll lay beside you,
darling, in necromantic sin