On the dais,
One with Stone,
Nocturne-
Broken Epitome,
Beauty blinded-
So sincere,
Simple-minded atmosphere,
Break with me in sultry sin,
Secrets hide back deep within,
And horror pours forth from your lips,
And pours back in with steady sips.
A miracle is taking place,
Come birth your god with ashen face,
and break her skull upon the stair,
Coagulation in her hair.
