Hanging, spinning, aftermath Your soft white flesh turns past me slaked with blood Your evil eyes more damning than a demon's curse Your lovely body soon caked with mud As I carry you to your grave my arms your hearse You stand before me defenceless Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense sears my brain
Hey, hey Drip drip from your sagging lip Liquid red down your body spread Your soft breast glistens your deep navel fountains Your shadow over chair Your shadow over chair Your shadow over chair like a 'plane over mountains
In a clearing where the sunrays dance amongst the forest's dense secrets You will softly rest your pale beauty enshrined by the sweet glade Your body at peace even the earth will fill the crack where entered my blade Where entered my blade
Yea, shall I cut you down Yes 'twould be a last physical communion I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle And not hurt you and not hurt you And not hurt you na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na... All right now
Drip drip from your sagging lip Liquid red down your body spread Your soft breast glistens your deep navel fountains Your shadow over chair Your shadow over chair Your shadow over chair like a 'plane over mountains yea