Graven Idol Sözleri

Her scent comes to me

As the night breathes

Her countenance grave

A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb

open to the sky

So she sees and ever watches

The stars revolve and dance for her

A velvet dream of crimson revolt

The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me

I ascend... erotic misery

We are blood to the bloodless

We are honour to the honourless

and We, We are gods to the godless

Gods to the Godless,

Honour to the honourless,

Blood to the bloodless.

The cruel day; it hurts my eyes... for it is night I ever long for

If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus

I am all that has been and cannot refuse

As her smile has ushered in the night

So many countless times before

I hear a foot on the stair...

I turn and she is there.

With all the gifts of the grave to offer me

How can I refuse

A graven idol such as thee