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Rotten & scarlet death

At night when I go to see him

White hair of cinnamon smell

On dusty chambers of ancient lore

Locked behind Death´s door

The venom in his scream fills my song

As the voice fades away

The Sun sets on our hearts

Deep down in victorian fire

I still play lost tales on his lyre

So lift your wine and tear

Lit the candle of despair

Doomed to wander forever deep

On woods where ghouls never sleep

May you lay a bottle of green death

At the stone of his grave

So the flowers of evil may blossom

From our graven pain at winter

I´d be the patron of lyre and solitude

On his castle of gravel

I´d be the Queen of Silence

Forever a necrologic navel

May you come every year

Traveler from a pure & enchanted land

With Cognac and flowers on your hand

To lay a black lotus on our eyes

As my heart gently dies

I´ll dry my flesh on October leaves

Beg seven coins for the boat of ghosts;

Travel in dreams & song into his decay

As I rot myself day by day

Let me fade into this soil

Deep into my King´s arms

Let me toil the dirt

& disperse the shards of my existence