Be Thou My Lethe and Bleeding Quietus

Enslavement Of Beauty

I drift into luciferous darkness
And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude

A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye

O, blood, blood, blood

I bath in the sea of vengeance
And conquer cupidity by making the leviathan bleed

I am the wraith in the woebegone guise, lost in the reverie
I mock mortality and as I open my eyes, ah, I behold thee

The aeons of prophane immortality annihilates the mournful impact
I kiss the woebegone flesh goodbye in life's final act

Oh, exquisite star in the passionate darkness
I love thee, fair temptress