Le Grand Guignol - Degenesis

Once upon a tragedy our bravest returned
From grounds now forgotten and forlorn
With haggard faces, but a gleam in their eyes
They entered our citadel, yet not alone...

From the plateau of the battlements, I espy
Black flowers clinged to the skin, depicting their cloth
An absurd legacy of the subdued
Streams through their galloping hearts
...The precursor of a latent drama

Virgins, bards and fools await their scene
As teeth are chopped in muscle tissue
Voluptuous fusion of saliva and sperm
Phallus and flesh, hunger and lust
Infernal orgy of decadent meat
Yersinia Pestis - unveiled

High above the feast, hidden in the clouds
Moon's sickle lurks, threatening to behead
Succulent odours are swallowed by the stench of decay
The dancing scythe joins the carnal play

Such as I was you are,
And such as I am you will be
Wealth, honor and power are of no value
At your hora mortis

Were my eyes not hollow, would I perceive
Your untouched beauty and angelic grace
My dear lady, so dainty and cold,
Oh grant me this dance and your life shall end old

A wave through foul bodies
Culmination of the sick
Life's defloration
And the Dead overcome the Quick

Your bright red lips have grown deathly pale
As you listened to the dying men's wail
I have done my work well, now I can depart
What I leave behind is called macabre art!