Paroles de 'Her Majesty' par Korr

Of victims and villains
shadows crawl and conspire
lurid, she lie there
an adornment of the third kind

with emerald beneath closed eyes
and a malevolent smile
staked ever so slightly
by two fangs from above
awaiting to wake in alliance with the moon's rise

this night to unfold like a whorer film
between the first and final reflections of life
ready, with a prevalent mind
this countess encounters
to coyly call upon those undivine.
Bundled,

in a sea of velvet ebony
with satin stitches to pierce and seize, your breath
breathe... breathe... breathe...

Bound to her majesty through tragedy
so close to being realized
so close as to fervidly feel
the whispers that trail behind (the chill of) her skin...

(not spoken)"and that is what inevitably finds you.
so whether of not, whom ever sought out
because you were found
you become her tied intentions-
selling so short of the lore once foretold.
Salaciously, she embraces thee
like a vicious wish so gracefully
materializing to chanceful charms
as her victim, so unalarmed
you fall to her
forget to breathe...
breathe... breathe...
once hers, you'll surely think:"

"Vehemently inept, perceiving, deceive me
feed me to the bowels of your will.
caress my neck and snap it still.
entrance advancing
captured casts a picturesque perfection
a deadication not on the side of time
yet vastly grasping until i slide
down the shadow of your spine."

coiled like a snake
around your life
each breath you take-
like a rotting obsession, this lethal lust
you now remain, hers not entrust
then feel her steal your erring soul
to have it as her sordid own.

as waves of blackness cover you,
she's all ready
perched on the edge of the end of another life
with villainous eyes to pierce and cease your breath...
breathe... bleed...

Slaughter...