My bride’s beauty shines so bright
And yet she has seen more evil than Time itself
Pregnant with the fury of the Ages
She brings awe and scorn in form of life’s end.
Timeless, the pale lust of death
Paints on her face a sort of new sensuality.
Greviance of sadness
Gift of sorrow
Sepulchral ecstasy
Eyes of a woman
Staring at me,
Imposing the Devil’s Mark
On my tired soul
In the mortuary chapel I pray in front of her coffin,
Whipping my cock with her dead, clenched fist…
…And tearing now my impure flesh
With a sharp, shivering blade,
Trying to evoke her before my eyes,
Back from the deceased for me.
By the Black Arts, with dark, hellish Spells
I hope to arouse the Horror in Dormancy.
Dancing covered by dead leaves I weave
A story ‘round this experience of such a pure love.
Lust… Pain…
This is what I know:
The whore rocks the cradles of the world
Even now in her state of demise.
Will my lascivious Necromancy be worthy
To resurrect her as a Queen among Cunts?
My beloved lady, the most hated by mankind,
Lies in the cold arms of death
And yet I know she’s scorning us all
Behind her skeletal grin of dead slut!
Utterly indescribable new record from Greek metal band Locust Leaves features corkscrewing tempos, manic vocal shifts & dense arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 6, 2017