My Beautiful Sustenance Lyrics

Move to the drum of the danse macabre
And come willing to me, coin in mouth,
Give me your so pretty cadaver,
Accept this, the cold kiss of death.
Closer, closer, in this lover's embrace,
Warm breath touches sallow skin,
I feel you quicken to the thrill of the chase
And soon I know that you will be mine.

Feel my eyes burn within,
Sense the pleasure of hinted sin,
Hear my desperate cries for bliss,
Taste the coldness of my kiss.

Tighter, clasped in sweet caress,
Far better this than aged attrition,
At least I will hear your crimes confessed
Rather than silence from godly petition.
Fainter grow this world's concerns,
Fading, the ichor flows between us,
Fuelling the lethal passion as it burns,
The terpsichore of dancefloor lust.

Feel my eyes burn within,
Sense the pleasure of hinted sin,
Hear my desperate cries for bliss,
Taste the coldness of my kiss.

My beautiful sustenance, do not weep,
All must die somewhere down the line,
And I must bleed you for my life to keep,
Know your youth's untouched by time;
This is an honour I bestow on few,
As Death's servant taking is no crime,
Admit that fate has caught up with you
And now I claim you as rightfully mine.

Feel my eyes burn within,
Sense the pleasure of hinted sin,
Hear my desperate cries for bliss,
Taste the coldness of my kiss.