In a slow dance, we're proceeding, into this ritual of stillness
As if no fate is waiting, we are down on our knees, melting down
With closed eyes we see it, this downfall implacable
As if no prayer may save us, in calm we mourn
Crumbling
Which truth does stand for all now?
Let us stare to nothing
The hopeless ones are gathering, so please bring flowers, decomposing
So, I entered the room, with my cold knife I murdered all of you, for I love you more than myself

4 Chapter Four: The Virgin Whore

In a still vision, of chains and pain, she is the grinder, the dawn is hers
There's no permission to enter back, so flesh is weak and breathless yet
A mute awakening of blood and knife, the cage that whispers after a frightened night
The spell is cast, new light that shines, her touch is poison and closed be eyes
She's the ghost that haunts forever - half creator, half destroyer
In the hands of the adorer - half creator, half destroyer
Behold the movement and keep the secret, then light a candle, have no regrets
A growing hunger, a passion's play, she is the hunter, mistress of decay
So please walk softly and breathe in silence, because she's next to your own step
Indulge with pain, the ache of heart, she is the teacher of how death is art
She's the ghost that haunts forever - half creator, half destroyer
In the hands of the adorer - half creator, half destroyer
She's the beast that loves you more, come on and face the virgin whore