As Deep as Your Flesh - Arsis

Once I walked with faith

I found her foul and spat her out

My absinthian guest, if only your charm were as deep as your flesh

One night I walked with beauty

I found her bitter and I insulted her

Oh witches, oh beasts I have entrusted my treasure to thee

Once I slept with grace

I found her ill and full of bane, vain, and far sicker

Than the wrath of the Wicked King Wicker

The smoke from her fire turned everything black

So never think of me for the sake of sanity

Although I’m fond of your scars

The failing of fervor, the crossing of stars

Once I lad with beauty, and I laid her to rest

If only, if only her charm had been as deep as her flesh

The smoke from her fire turned everything black