Virgin Black - And The Kiss Of God's Mouth (Part 1) lyrics

rate me

I saw a tattered cloak, drawn about the face

A gesture of farewell, to the kiss of God's mouth

Kiss the image in a stranger's casket

What has become of splendour?

Twelve strokes have fallen

And the faintly heard breath

That argued my beauty

A ruined soul bewailing

Where the angels allow their wings bewilted

To droop, to bow to the bosom of a friend

Kiss me tenderly, savage God

My lips are dumb to speak a thousand inane words

And how sweet a toil

All is dark, all is blackened

All but an upturned face