Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 hours ago

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Lyrics:

From the pyre where they set my love to burn

I gathered what was left, the sinew and the bone

A heart half-crushed, yet desperate to return

Despite the travesty, not even death could do us part

A heart

A throat

A tender kiss

What perfect fragments of biology

Reanimate me with your lips

bear the balm of blessed blasphemy

I resurrected what the jaws of death had caught

And gave your silence sound again

Though they defiled you and twisted you with rot

I drew you back with the promise of pain

I wake beneath her broken hymns

Embalmed in bliss and sweet corrosion

A thousand voices in my lungs

all screaming in devotion

The scalpel sang, her fingers prayed

each cut a kiss, each stitch a vow

I rise in praise of blood unmade

Of saints who rot and voids that howl

She gave me back what God revoked

my will, my wrath, my savage grace

And now I carve her name in smoke

across the angel's butchered face

We eat their hope like candied worms

we sip their marrow from the cup

Each sob a psalm, each twitch confirms:

They rot, we rise, we never stop

I thirst not wine, nor water’s grace

My need is wet and screaming red

I want the twitch, the snap, the taste

Of meat that knows it should be dead

She taught me love in fractured flesh

In silence strung with tendons tight

We do not part, we do not rest

Our bed is war, our kiss is blight

Our love is not a wedding ring

it is a garrote dipped in wine

A covenant of rotted kings

a dance of knives in perfect time

Her voice: a choir of razors drawn

Her touch: a furnace in the gloom

We bloom in shadow, dusk reborn

Beneath the gospel of the hollow tomb