Mask Of Virtue -

It’s in dead of night she pries

In blood soaked dreams you die

She wants to give you disease as a gift, a fever caress

Bite you and bruise your skin black, hear the noises stress

Nails scratching deep in your bones, a succubus bane

Nothing you can do but take the pain

It’s in the bloodstained screams she crawls

And in her nightmares that you fall

Scream in the fire of no control, godly serve

Limbs will explode and contract, bleeding clear

Nailed to a poisonous dream — afterlife ascertain

Nothing you can do but take the pain

A God pleasure offering

Her true face is suffering

Kill!

God morphine crash down like a wall

God morphine wants it all

Cold, black as your soul

Piercing death’s veil she played her role

Die!