Macabre Cabaret

Gold blood drawn from my chest
A gift from my cold breast

From the house of ashes I
Took my leave to be here now

With black wings high
Ashes spread wide

I fed on shadows from your
Broken heart and your dry wall
I became a beast lost in
In legends of your old soul

My soft white hands felt (with black wings high)
The pulse of her neck (ashes spread wide)
Her soul flows out like a river
Ashes spread wide

Her sweet music crying softly
Into the night from a lonely soul
How do I earn such love as hers?
I am deprived of her gentle throne

I am tall with wreaths of triumph
I ate away all her modesty
I bind her here one thousand times
And wait beastly until her life chimes

With black wings I raise her up to my lips
Her body and mine fulfil the eclipse



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Craighan, Aaron Stainthorpe
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