Wrought an August eve ‘neath London’s dripping eaves

A modern gothic promise of disease

Night held rains scent in you, and haven bare

Awaiting the grand despair

Devil rains wash these burning hands

Lest these dirty cuts decree

‘Til fate holds me chaste and numb

Bloody tongues won’t cleanse our wounds

Come lay in mordant rest, our secrecy to death

Tress-silhouetted wet corset, contouring eager breasts

Virtuous cerements abdicate their laces fare

Décolletage in ruptured skies’ prayers

Devil rains wash these burning hands

Warm scarlet throat agape

Empty hands chaste

Bloody tongues seal your fate

Wash these burning hands

Warm scarlet throat agape

Empty hands chaste

Bloody tongues seal your fate

Cut the poison out

Dead hope, I always knew

Bleed the burning poison out

Sleep will come

I always knew

Pure Angelique, diabolical fiend

Illusion of hope, in veiled devilry

Wicked Angelique, wistful of thee

Queen of my darkness, and disparate beauty

Cruel Angelique, diabolical fiend

Blood painted angel

Wicked Angelique, my lathe, corrupt unto thee

In blackened spirit, soulless beauty

Bleed the burning poison out

Sleep will come, I always knew

Wrought an August eve ‘neath London’s dripping eaves

A modern gothic promise of disease

Night held rains scent in you, and haven bare

Awaiting...