VC - Lyrics - Her Face In The Mirror

Luna
Hanging deep in her enchanted dreamscape
Is mirrored by a silent lake,
Abysmally filled with her greed,
Fragrant blood, the wine of life, bittersweet,
Splashing round her feet.

Enticed
Like a naiadic nymph mesmerized,
She´s lowering her clinging dress,
Craving for such caress.

Yet with the rise of the moon she awakes
And the curtains fall all too soon.

She is a funereal rose,
Poison-thorned,
The cruelty adorned by a sinful shape
And misery grows wherever she goes.
By her hands the crimson river flows.

All that she represents is atrocity in excellence.
All that she represents is atrocity in excellence.

Seduced, the sacrifices follow her,
In hope of having a further willing bride
For one sweet night and sinful ride
Of wantonness and delight.

When virility rises to full pride
During the first caress, by such befooling sight
Of her nakedness enlaced by candlelight
She unveils her hidden face In this forbidden embrace.

She is a funereal rose,
Poison-thorned,
The cruelty adorned by a sinful shape
And misery grows wherever she goes.
By her hands the crimson river flows.

All that she represents is atrocity in excellence.
All that she represents is atrocity in excellence.

The nightmare continues In the dark-veiled mourning-house
When she, malignancy,
This pitiless soul comes to condole
With the widow of the sudden deceased.

It´s a baleful foreplay
Performed by the beast.

When trust is inspired
And the crying child, desired,
Is laid into her arms
To listen to a soothing song,
The lulling verses of her feigning tongue,
She unveils her atrocious face
In this ferocious embrace.

In rapid rapture she buries her teeth
Into the thin and youthfull skin
To capture the stream of life
That lies underneath and the ecstacy within.

All that she represents is atrocity in excellence.
All that she represents is atrocity in excellence.


ATROCITY IN EXCELLENCE [5:45 min] PDF-download written 2002 by Christoph << back			Luna Hanging deep in her enchanted dreamscape Is mirrored by a silent lake, Abysmally filled with her greed, Fragrant blood, the wine of life, bittersweet, Splashing round her feet. Enticed Like a naiadic nymph mesmerized, She´s lowering her clinging dress, Craving for such caress. Yet with the rise of the moon she awakes And the curtains fall all too soon. She is a funereal rose, Poison-thorned, The cruelty adorned by a sinful shape And misery grows wherever she goes. By her hands the crimson river flows. All that she represents is atrocity in excellence. All that she represents is atrocity in excellence. Seduced, the sacrifices follow her, In hope of having a further willing bride For one sweet night and sinful ride Of wantonness and delight. When virility rises to full pride During the first caress, by such befooling sight Of her nakedness enlaced by candlelight She unveils her hidden face In this forbidden embrace. She is a funereal rose, Poison-thorned, The cruelty adorned by a sinful shape And misery grows wherever she goes. By her hands the crimson river flows. All that she represents is atrocity in excellence. All that she represents is atrocity in excellence. The nightmare continues In the dark-veiled mourning-house When she, malignancy, This pitiless soul comes to condole With the widow of the sudden deceased. It´s a baleful foreplay Performed by the beast. When trust is inspired And the crying child, desired, Is laid into her arms To listen to a soothing song, The lulling verses of her feigning tongue, She unveils her atrocious face In this ferocious embrace. In rapid rapture she buries her teeth Into the thin and youthfull skin To capture the stream of life That lies underneath and the ecstacy within. All that she represents is atrocity in excellence. All that she represents is atrocity in excellence.