My Beautiful Sustenance - Libitina

Move to the drum of the danse macabre

And come willing to me

Coin in mouth

Give me your so pretty cadaver

Accept this

The cold kiss of death

Closer, closer, in this lover’s embrace

Warm breath touches sallow skin

I feel you quicken to the thrill of the chase

And soon I know that you will be mine

Feel my eyes burn within

Sense the pleasure of hinted sin

Hear my desperate cries for bliss

Taste the coldness of my kiss

Tighter, clasped in sweet caress

Far better this than aged attrition

At least I will hear your crimes confessed

Rather than silence from godly petition

Fainter grow this world’s concerns

Fading, the ichor flows between us

Fuelling the lethal passion as it burns

The terpsichore of dancefloor lust

Feel my eyes burn within

Sense the pleasure of hinted sin

Hear my desperate cries for bliss

Taste the coldness of my kiss

My beautiful sustenance, do not weep

All must die somewhere down the line

And I must bleed you for my life to keep

Know your youth’s untouched by time

This is an honour I bestow on few

As Death’s servant taking is no crime

Admit that fate has caught up with you

And now I claim you as rightfully mine