Le spleen de paris
Le confiteor de l’artiste
Falling into the abyss
Icarus with no bliss
The smoke and the ash
The lady that never rest
Bitter taste of joy
In a morbid ploy

In a sweet-scented garden
A promise for afterlife
Fate has now blinded them
Rotten hearts may rive

The red-lipped guest
A corpse beneath my chest

Kiss her lips
So bittersweet
Treasures and pleasures
Beyond the grave
A tear rips
To bite the treat
Treasures and pleasures
Of unconscious rave

Dark nails over him
Masquerade with lust within
Sweeter than this life
Are lips that mesmerize

For lydia I shall crawl
For lilith I shall fall
Seduction overall
Hope for the dawn

Underneath her chest
Dead heart of the guest

Kiss her lips
So bittersweet
Treasures and pleasures
Beyond the grave
A tear rips
To bite the treat
Treasures and pleasures
Of unconscious rave

Vulgar vixen
Blood strain
Poshlost banality
Self-satisfied vulgarity

On the eve of the unborn kiss
No romance granted to exist

Thus conceived was eternal darkness
To keep beauty pale lifeless
Her red lips now feel the endless cold
Radiant youth to forever hold