When time will have no power in a place on the edge of outer space Well wake the Lord of the Snake using our brain, muscle and nerve. Ill kiss the mouth of thy womb our sharpened knives shine in the gloom. I wait the wonder above the Holy quintessential love. I am the sacrifice and youre the Priestess, slave of love. We both are willing to die like the light of day dies at nightfall. My soul is on fire, Im lost in the trance of love. At my Lords desire, before the Shrine in the gloom. I sink in honey and wine tonight we breathe the ancient Rite. You carve my chest with your knife and then well dance at the sound of life. Our love is better than life, we both are sitting on the Throne. Now were ready to slay, to the fire of the Eyes of God. Mouth to mouth, heart to heart, in the trance of love. Time renew the illusion, and forever may it be! At last we are inside the shrine in the gloom.
gloom, love, mouth, shrine, trance