Letras
Gargoyle-stanced at the edge of night
The blushing skies
Set their silhouettes to dreadful sight
On a flush of gushing brides
Three witches, liches, feral bitches
Predatory-eyed
Huntress maidens, dressed as laden
With the gifts of thy demise
(With the dark)
They come, exotic creatures
(Drifting past)
The distraction of thy screams
(And as they start)
To come, erotic preachers
(The Trinity of Shadows)
Turn to black, these gothic dreams
Nymphs, Moirai, Erinyes
Nymphs, Moirai, Fates
Neath great beauty and seductive charm
These masks belie
Lethal intent, pent corruptive harm
All ties to laughter cast aside
Three graces, faces kept in stasis
On the crest of dawn
Once crept to eaves they slept content
By the restless dusk reborn
(With the dark)
They come, exotic creatures
(Drifting past)
The distraction of thy screams
(And as they start)
To come, erotic preachers
(The Trinity of Shadows)
Turn to black, these gothic dreams
Deep, gothic dreams
(Death undone)
The twine of life unwound in lament configurations
(Snuff the sun)
Their time is nigh, untied to morals aspirations
And execration, just the need to feed
These pale Messalinas
Full reddened, dripping-lipped
Tease the frailties of Venus
With their necrotic grip
Nymphs, Moirai, Erinyes
Nymphs, Moirai, Fates
Nymphs, Moirai, Erinyes
Nymphs, Moirai, Fates
Angels of the fog and the rot of leaves
Slaves to none but the count of three
Their shade supreme
Three sisters, whispers, moonlit vistas
Sirens undisguised
Huntress maidens, dressed as laden
With the gifts for thy demise