Dew-Scented - Native Soil Venus


The sea of perdition down there 
Where I used to lay 
Black the sky while I stare away 

The affection I lost, only tears remained 
Monumental, and I bleed for your soul 

Sip the nipples of woe 
Inside sounds a rake 
Seize the days I revel in my sphere 

Trips into infinite twilights confessing my past 
Mortal scorn, and I bleed for your soul 

Scent, delicately scenting wounds 
Serenity in flames, ail 
My native soil is turning into stone 

All devotion I need is pure silence as law 
Mournful time and I bleed for your fucking soul 

Pure silence as law and I bleed for your soul 
Divine shall be my comeback to venus

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