As the moon lights the chapel
We adorn the silence as pale figures drape on moonlit walls
And await the hallowed hour as cries become our keepers call
Bring forth emulsion by the drops of blood from human throats
It's deviant pleasure from the last room she'll ever know
Bring me the child
And lay her on the altar bed
Raise up the blade
To release this soul to the infinite darkness
As the dawn is separated
So is she
To the hand that heeds your bidding
Guide me
Sipping the Nectar
Licking the sap
Whitewash my face
To pigment the wax
With all of my weight
I defy innocence
Wince as I release with unholy decadence
Sickness seen through virgin eyes
All is fear
Will soon end but not so quickly
Dawn is near
Bring me the child
And lay her on the altar bed
Raise up the blade
To release this soul to the infinite darkness
Blessed by virgin stone