My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult
Dimentia 66 - The Balad of Lucy Western
Visions sweep away the tears and knots,
That bound our paper souls,
Beyond strange love we shall go,
Where silly midnight flowers bloom
In her kaliedescopik eyes,
wild as lilacs dripping in wine,
Bathe in the silence of her tomb,
In her hand a silver spoon,
Shattered days are here again,
One last dance, on the steps of Hell
All lost children know her well
She's kissed the serpent thrice times twice
Feast upon the treasured afterglow
She speaks of life's Eternal scrolls
In Ancient Splendor we will roam