Chapter III: In Gardens Red, Satanical

The Vision Bleak

O lovely demon, half-divine
Hemlock and hydromel and gall
Honey and aconite and wine
Mingle to make that mouth of thine

Thy mouth I love but most of all
It is thy tears that I desire
Thy tears like fountain-drops that fall
In gardens red, satanical

Escrita por: Markus Stock / Tobias Schönemann