Purple broken limbs are dismembered  
  in discordant positions,
The shock and horror is not lost on
  me,
The anguish of being a monster of
  such concentration, dear coronation
  of Blood
Take part of the sacrament unsolicited

Strange delirium of senses, the clarity of atrophy has become clear
Lying still for hours until the  
  vibrations of man's stupor venture  
  near
The fragile moment in time, he tends  
to Her whisper, Her smooth rippling  
warmth

Skin of snow I survey every inch of
  Her smoothest landscape,
Alive with such trembling bliss, the  
  pulse of her heart beats in unison of
  mine own
Another voyage of the stars in swooning darkness, left haplessly at edge of shore

Master of horror's past and present,
The current is summoning me
The path to redemption is clear
Suffering sunshine emptied its aura.
  when it built my plagues
The melodrama of romance draws to an arcane benedition

[Benediction]