《The Triumph Of Treachery》歌词

[00:05:58] Once again, the sun has sunk in the horizon,

[00:05:58] Breaching the Occident with crimson wounds,

[00:05:58] Come, o Noctambulesque, creep under my shroud

[00:05:58] And spread concupiscence in languorous pantomimes ...

[00:05:58] Your pleasure＇s the law if you discover mine...

[00:05:58] Your scales＇ caresses -reptilian shudders-

[00:05:58] Compensates for the bruise left by fangs and claws.

[00:05:58] As saliva gives lustre, I linger with fever over your every pore,

[00:05:58] Squirming by the temple where scrumptious vices dwell.

[00:05:58] Seduced thus uxorious, tantalized by your venomous gaze,

[00:05:58] I shine the idol of overshadowed rites,

[00:05:58] This noble jewel deserves peculiar cares ...

[00:05:58] A tongue alone won＇t do the trick to lick the drizzle of strange frolics,

[00:05:58] To quaff the monstrous passions that lurk in your leer.

[00:05:58] Your hospitable hiatus

[00:05:58] Exhales hedonistic delights,

[00:05:58] And I taste it as a beast in a feast

[00:05:58] Words seem superfluous, we use another language,

[00:05:58] But alas! Confuse contradictions!

[00:05:58] Madrigals are tattooed inside your womb

[00:05:58] As the bane of lust rages.

[00:05:58] An ardent and insidious duet

[00:05:58] Lay on a soil cleansed of taboos

[00:05:58] In a hellcove where the supreme offering is brought,

[00:05:58] An interlude amid turmoil.

[00:05:58] We should never relinquish our immoderate projects,

[00:05:58] May they lead us to our ruin...

[00:05:58] A familiar spectre shortens our nights, the ignoble Somnolence.

[00:05:58] Now that we have blessed our flesh,

[00:05:58] Our both souls should here coalesce;

[00:05:58] We＇re dislocated in amorous convulsions,

[00:05:58] -the aftermath of demented clasps -

[00:05:58] Shatter my rib-cage and extirpate my heart

[00:05:58] That source of trouble stuck in Ut,

[00:05:58] The burden of Melancholy alters my shoulders.

[00:05:58] ＂ I cannot love except where Death

[00:05:58] Is mingling his with Beauty＇s breath. ＂

[00:05:58] [Edgar A. Poe