03-11-2008, 02:43 PM
Just at your touch,
smell of frankincense
I slither out
of my dreamy trance
I wind myself around all
Royalty's hands,
you wear a viper bracelet
for thy glory
Look Cleopatra how death slivers up slowly
over arm's softness, over neck through which blood's running
Quickly like armies without nation, without leader
and sweat of lovers who claimed you
dries 'neath blushes, on your cheeks they stay,
you wont lure them back
Rays of pyramid nations
waves did extinguish
remnants of your fleet
are floating there slowly
over woman's fame
You wait for me
But I'm cautious still
I wont touch you
'fore you feel remorse, and pain
Look back on your living life day by day
your rise to Rome and fame for blood with which you did pay
lies and betrayal of loved ones in cursed floods
Now, golden tear is falling, burning patters in the rose of you face and
Now, from my fangs is falling poison burning roads in tracks of your blood
Now you sleep on marble, I slither in the silence of passageways
And stone, cold and meaningless is to the chill of our own bodies
smell of frankincense
I slither out
of my dreamy trance
I wind myself around all
Royalty's hands,
you wear a viper bracelet
for thy glory
Look Cleopatra how death slivers up slowly
over arm's softness, over neck through which blood's running
Quickly like armies without nation, without leader
and sweat of lovers who claimed you
dries 'neath blushes, on your cheeks they stay,
you wont lure them back
Rays of pyramid nations
waves did extinguish
remnants of your fleet
are floating there slowly
over woman's fame
You wait for me
But I'm cautious still
I wont touch you
'fore you feel remorse, and pain
Look back on your living life day by day
your rise to Rome and fame for blood with which you did pay
lies and betrayal of loved ones in cursed floods
Now, golden tear is falling, burning patters in the rose of you face and
Now, from my fangs is falling poison burning roads in tracks of your blood
Now you sleep on marble, I slither in the silence of passageways
And stone, cold and meaningless is to the chill of our own bodies