Misty Autumn Dance

<br>Your womb always bled the sweetest of blood<br>Let me taste it, let me smell your inner lust<br>Leaving bloody marks of my dried out lips<br>All around your vagina, down on your hips<br>I may be old<br>But still I breathe<br>Therefore I am<br>I may be old<br>But still I move<br>And lead this dance<br>I smeared your dirty wings with an ancient oil<br>Made out of serpents, bats and soil<br>Take your broken wings and try to fly again<br>Down into the abyss, through the eternal flames<br>Behold the beautiful landscape below<br>Watch it with respect and see what it has to show<br>This is where the future meets the past<br>Where the time stands still and the first becomes the last<br>I took a piece of your heart<br>I took a piss on your soul<br>I spit on your feeble church<br>I disgraced your holy whore<br>I want to see the daughters of the moon<br>Dance on the blood-red tide<br>Wearing nothing but their funeral dress<br>So innocent, with nothing to hide<br>I may be old<br>But still I breathe<br>Therefore I am<br>I may be old<br>But still I move<br>And lead this dance