Slake (Demons Suite)

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2 hours ago

This arrangement of Slake pays homage to Demons by Goblin.

Listen to Slake by Richard Charles Stevens (Demons Suite)

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Forevermore I’m spun
.
Dressed to kill
The spiderwoman violates her prey
Gossamer and ash exact sweet rapture of decay
Dextrous this vender of arachnid distemper
Janus-faced her brash embrace
Yet unmatched in her splendour
.
Her bite is one long kiss goodnight
Tomorrows notwithstanding
The sorrows of her quarry
She no less than has a hand in
The hollows of her eyes delight the very flies she bids affright
To bind the wrists while priming lips
For one long kiss goodnight
.

Dark angel
Please do take a seat
At my table
And pour yourself a tipple of your choice
Raise a toast
To gracious host
As maître d’
I’m favoured most
To solve the ancient riddle of your voice

Part your lips
Impart a kiss
That whispers where the party is
Grip my heart
And strip its bark
To frisk the barb of arteries
Bleed them dry
With evil eye
Upon the flesh
You cleave aside
Equalising no less than a masterpiece

Death becomes
Each breath undone
To breathe my black lung white
Inviting dead of night to dress up for the ball
Sooner seal my fate
Than wait a plateful of eternities
To dine with one so tastefully unborn

Dark angel
Your thorns are my porn
Slide in the blade
While my veins are still warm
Flay me
Betray me
Sweet sister of mercy
For luck may be a lady
But she’s shady when she curtsies

Good and evil
Light and shadow
Grand cathedral
Ruined chateau

Dark angel
In this moment
I am shadow
In thy name
The narrows of my mind
Confide of sanctified terrain
Herein
Deep in the marrow
Hallowed earth
Bids curse refrain
For nature versus nurture
Offers blessing to be gained
Herein shade
Is dearly slain
To bleed the need to breathe again
And seize the day
Dark angel
In thy name
Divine is thy eternal thirst to slake

Divine is thy eternal thirst to slake
(To slake
Slake)

Dark angel
Your thorns are my porn
Slide in the blade
While my veins are still warm
Flay me
Betray me
Sweet sister of mercy
For luck may be a lady
But she’s shady when she curtsies
She’s shady when she curtsies

Yours is gown
Bespoke
Renowned
The ashen crown of legion scores your brow
Dark angel
Amor tenebris
I bled my wrists
To quench a thirst
Deferred for endless centuries
Concurring of the now
.

Good and evil
Light and shadow

.
Grand cathedral
Ruined chateau
.