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Black Vatican
Borrowed Time (Sin's Solace)
The Black Vatican
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I returned once more to the world of the living
Where the angels dread and no longer forgiving
The sins of worshipers who dream of the sky;
Fearful of last breaths yet impatient to die.

Oh, I only wish to redeem
The warmth you taunt in me.
I then returned an Incubus full of lust
To haunt your dreams.

Death claimed my horizon, but it was not my end.
Death claimed my horizons again, again, again.
Living many lifetimes in order to withdraw
From torturous inferno; I'm bound by heathen law.

My mala fide is to praise
To live under horrid of days
Within corpses I stridulate
Just to see her beautiful face.

But the priests crusade on my claims of the mortals.
Their laissez-faire always fails like the mournful.
I cry through holy pain as they open the portal
And cast me once more into the depthful eternity.

Deja me en sin's solace.

Cele, Ecklund, Anneliese, Lukins, Julia.

Upon a million screams, upon such genocide,
I am revived in such dishonorable borrowed time.
Forgive my tearful passion for she's my lioness;
Her sacrilegious power shall forbid my loneliness.
I hear her fainting laughter as I fall into the dark,
Flying throughout a graceful silence as I hear a bark
Coming from hypocrisy that lives without a soul;
Banished onto grand fire, my eternal home of woes.

As a servant of the darkness who continues to lose without shame,
His motive lays without death to continue his lustful campaign.

Noting my arrivals, I approach her even more,
Tasting her from open winds as they brush through her
Scent through faithless sense and widowed lament.
Her innocence brings virtue and meaning to my cause
To taste her glowing aura or paradise be lost.
Her poison mentally plays; entwined by a secret grace.

From an angel's love to a demon's prey,
A creature's heart turns as grim as the days
His last cold breath sweetly welt them together,
Cursing his existence, her spirit, forever

To stalk her as she sleeps
And hear her as she breathes
Then moans towards the dusk with her bust
To faintly beg release.

So I cry as I die and then thrown into shadows
Where the hills have eyes and trees form the gallows
Holding the fiends that killed me near the shallow
River drowning those I deemed as hallow mockeries.

To purge her soul is to purge the world; an embassy of fraud.
Though many deaths were in vain, their spirits rest afar.
I borrowed time for a horrid crime no demon could resist,
The temptation for Heaven relieved by a passion's kiss.
I trade the Lake of Fire for a pond of sheets and silk
Entangled with a nymphet's tasteful skin of pallid milk.
Upon her favorite nightmares my ghosts will always call
And mock my failures as I attempt to make her beauty fall

Into sin's solace.