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letra de vespertine decay - obkatiekat

[intro]
at the stroke of twelve
i feel alive (alive)

[chorus 1]
i was born with the birthmark of cinders
wreaking havoc through
the torment growing within me
heresy, vespertine decay
mere tools for my needs, with every inch deep
a corpus delicti of the worst kind
necrotic excavation for erotic deformations
i was born with the birthmark of cinders
wreaking havoc through
the torment growing within me
depravity, vespertine decay

[verse 1]
as the casket creaks
my morbid fascination becomes real
the flavor of dead meat, true pleasure divine
as nostalgia grows – prophecies foretold
nourishment of perversity deep within me
a cavernous exaltation
decency bereft, grotesqueries untold
exquisite stench of dead flesh a perfume
a malodorous banquet
six feet deep
my morbid fascination becomes real
fresh cold cuts at my feet
for my pulsating meat
[chorus 2]
cold touch, sweet l-st
thy innocence lost with every thrush
a vulgar humiliation
sinner in the hands of a dirty god
let me prey

[verse 2]
as nostalgia grows – prophecies foretold
nourishment of perversity deep within me
a cavernous exaltation
decency bereft, grotesqueries untold
exquisite stench of dead flesh a perfume
a malodorous banquet

[breakdown]
stroke of twelve
i feel alive – oh, sweet vespertine decay
morbid depravity – i worship death
erotic insanity – faith unrestrained
morbid depravity, embracing apathy
erotic lunacy, with brute force

[chorus 2]
cold touch, sweet l-st
thy innocence lost with every thrust
a vulgar humiliation
corrupt the corpse with every breath
heresy, without hesitation
[outro]
sinner in the hands of a dirty god
let me prey
sinner in the hands of a dirty god
let me prey

- obkatiekat

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