The Senior Lover Of Diamanda - Nightfall

No more fucking lies

Weak face truth denies

Solid cold embrace

The expression of grace

Teach me life to taste

Experience of crest

For life is nothing more

But tears for things we think we adore

Tell me sweet lies, Command

I wanna hear your price, I come

Spirit-flesh collide, the birth of Carnal Sun

I am a snake

That slips into your lake

Archaic feelings die

Self control deny

Die day, die

Don’t leave me oh dear night

A tragedy would be

With others eyes my dreams to see