Nightshade Crimson

metal core, Gothic rock Lyrics [Intro] O thou pale sovereign of my trembling breath, Whose kiss did bloom like nightshade on my lips, I drank thy love as one who sups on death— A velvet poison pressed in crimson sips. Beneath the moon’s funereal, watchful eye, We swore our vows where blackened roses wept; The stars, like dying embers in the sky, Did mark the graves wherein our secrets slept. What art thou now? A whisper in the grave? A phantom stitched in sinew of my mind? Thy voice, a tolling bell I cannot save, Still calls me forth, though flesh be left behind. My heart—once ironclad in mortal cage— Now cracks like thunder ‘neath thy silent name; Each beat, a war ‘twixt longing and a rage That feeds upon the ashes of thy flame. O cruel delight! O agony divine! To love what time hath torn from living breath— For in thy loss, thy essence is now mine, A bride betrothed to both my love and death. Come, take my hand beyond this rotting veil, Where shadows feast and broken angels cry; Let mortal coils and feeble prayers all fail— For love, like death, was never meant to die. And if there be a hell beneath our feet, Or heaven crowned in cold, indifferent light, I’d choose the grave where thou and I may meet, To rot as one eternal, starless night.