Avernus
A Delicate Tracery Of Red (demo)
1. Sickening Revels
Dark Shapes approach my eyes, no human form discernable
Erotic in their deformity, I tremble with lust at what is to come
The scents of lavender and blood lie at your throat
Pale and slender, awaiting razor-edged kisses
Shedding limbs in the ecstacy of your ardor
Skin peeled back to expose the beauty of raw muscle
Consumed by my desires...
Obsessed by sickening revels...
Dance with me beyond the veils
Where pain and pleasure blend as one
I opened the door to macabre delights
Now I am bound helpless to the hunger for flesh
A tapestry of morbid desire
Eros looks on with a blind and jaundiced eye
Bleeding cunt reduced to slashed and gaping maw
Carve in her new vertical smile
The old and the young all join us
Penetrate screaming infants ripping virgin orifice
The extreme of fleshly desire
That I have forsaken morality to achieve
"I'm showing you my love..you stupid worthless bitch!"
Posthumous coitus copulation with carnage
Moonlight lies placid on the dull gleam of bloodied bone
Delicate pink coils of intestine hanging
Pendulous, between her breasts
Her lovely and pallid contenance offers up to me the thorax's delights
Lips ground from her face betwixt our teeth
I raise her perfect and screaming mouth to my own
Copulating with feminine viscera
The parts are greater than the sum of the whole
Acts of pleasure with expressions of pain....
lyrics : Stevison, 1993
2. The Cruelest Gift
Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful?
Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite?
Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence
Cast my heart a veil and revelate such nothingness...
Mother...
Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken
Menstruate such a fate and I suffer for your sins
Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless
Your love obscene to the fact I died that day...
Father...
Lifeless...worthless...existance
You have obtained life from me...I am dead..
Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken
Menstruate such a fate and I suffer for your sins
Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless
Your love obscene to the fact I died that day...
...In your arms, in your embrace, still life scorned in me
I only bleed, Im human
Found wings sail into withering....
Alive?
Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful?
Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite?
Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence
Cast my heart a veil and revelate such bitterness...
Suffer
lyrics : McCoy, 1993
3. A Delicate Tracery of Red
The imperfections of earthly beauty mean nothing to me as I am swallowed by my art
Posthumous, and thus greater will be your beauty
I will expose the masterpiece within your reviled form
A delicate tracery of red...
...as I inflict upon you carvings of arcane design
Convulutions of lacerated tissue
I will shape a cruel and permanent smile on those sweetly curved lips
Renderings of utmost lucidity
With a loving violence the blade lingers over your skin
A delicate tracery of red...
...I will release the beauty trapped beneath your skin
Once you must have smiled so sweetly
The world endless before your eyes
I miss you though I've never known you
But I can and will tell the end of your story
In the intracacies of these lines
The cut of your features
Smeared beneath my fingertips
My breath coming quicker
Aroused by the revelations of my incisions line
Agonized, the line of your brow
I relieve its tension by a cut of a tendon
Beautific in darkest repose
I delineate the course of your sorrows
Incarnidine convolutions and conflicting strokes of carnelian
Rich, trailing behind the sharpened edge
Fluid welling up like some purified crimson wine
I exalt you by my atrocities
A delicate tracery of red...
...with your tortured flesh I aspire to approach the sublime through...
...a delicate tracery of red
Overcome by a great and sinister joy
In this, my most tender of cruelties
Forms of perfected aspect exposed from within
Animate is my medium, you writhing as my canvas
I revel in your soiled femininity
As the razors dance in your deepest and most secret place
Your screams were the purest of melodies
The low moans you emit arouse my disgust
You would never sing for me so sweetly
No matter how I sought your tainted embrace
Your kind reckons my touch, you can no longer repulse my demands
Whirls and lines cover your torso, a hint of eternal mysteries revealed
The peeling of pale and tender flesh
I strip from your form your transient veneer
I expose the ugliness of your kind
I inscribe your shame of your skin
Bleeding spirals on your breasts
As I follow the lines of natures greatest folly
Runnels scored in your limbs, so smooth and tempting a canvas
I move my scalpel towards your eyes
Still, they hold your expression and something of you beneath their glaze
With a slice I open your pupils
For you to better gaze upon the darkness you must see
With a loving violence the blade lingers over your skin
I will release the beauty trapped under your skin
A delicate tracery of red...
...fueled by the deepest of hatreds
Perfection of the most elevated and torturous kind...
...I will release the beauty trapped beneath your skin
lyrics : McCoy/Stevison, 1993
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