The Virgin Whore

In a still vision, of chains and pain
She is the grinder, the dawn is hers
There's no permission to enter back
So flesh is weak and breathless yet
A mute awakening of blood and knife
The cage that whispers after a frightened night
The spell is cast, new light that shines
Her touch is poison and closed be eyes.

She's the ghost that haunts forever - half creator, half destroyer
In the hands of the adorer - half creator, half destroyer.

Behold the movement and keep the secret
Then light a candle, have no regrets
A growing hunger, a passion's play
She is the hunter, mistress of decay
So please walk softly and breathe in silence, because she's next to your own step
Indulge with pain, the ache of heart
She is the teacher of how death is art.

She's the ghost that haunts forever - half creator, half destroyer
In the hands of the adorer - half creator, half destroyer
She's the beast that loves you more
Come on and face the virgin whore.