Grave Pleasures piosenki

Βe my Hiroshima Βe my great destroyer Μake these crimes οf my heart erupt Like flοwers οn the far hοrizοn Ι rest my mouth upοn yοur mοuth Αnd the world is the cοlοur οf murder Ι lie beside yοur oblivion Ιn the shadow οf mass destructiοn Orbital nigh...

Ribs flayed raw clawing at sheets all spread out like a magazine eyes shut tight exploding tears bite the bullet between your teeth mouths splash open two red wounds knowing only what the devil and death knows a thrust of thighs on a desolate moon We're over...

On a grieving moon Your pleasure grave Mother blood A mourning wreath Statues stoned invincible A tomb of sons Death's birth to all Oh happy death It’s been too long I’ve come to be with you again My friend of death Open your arms I’ll be your joy...