Into The Arms Of The Night...

Shiver, limbs, my shoulders

The coldness stroke through me

Awaken from my slumber

Her darkness spoke to me

The temptress in the dark

Just lay beside me

Come, torn my aching heart

Just let her breath through me

Driven from my Eden

Bend, with shame as burden

As mornlight stroke it clear

And nought was left but fear

She spoke to me in pictures

Of night 'tis all her essence

What pleasure the night devoured

Shall thorns of light make mar

The temptress in the dark

As you lay beside him

Gone, torn my withered heart

Just let her dream of me

Into the arms of the night

To feel your touch

yet one more time

Wither his heart,

as withered mine

To feel your kiss,

just one more time

Into the arms of the night

To feel your touch

Wither his heart, with mine

To feel your kiss

Just one more time

"...In these times, passion hath become more

than any spirit, haunted or divine;

flesh hath become the image;

and our lust as the sacrament of it all..."