Beneath the Howling Stars(Remixed and Remastered)
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
- Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
- Her spinal chill rakes the earth
- Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
- Woebetidings of rebirth
- Under cold stares of Mars maligned
- Near-suicides cross their hearts
- And unborns writhe in tepid brine
- For something wicked this way starts
- Beneath the howling stars
- Elizabeth paragon of vice
- Watches the sun set pyres alight
- As Bane and Tyranny Her Dobermans sleep
- Like spellbound paramours at Her feet
- A chatter of bells without
- Raise hellhounds teeth on edge
- From sleighs hastened through snow lit red
- Guests espied from the garret ledge
- Great gloomy mirror tell Her face
- She will outblind them all
- That heavenly bodies would fall from grace
- To possess such a lustrous pall
- For beauty is always Cruel
- For beauty is always
- Let destiny in chains commence
- Damnation under Gods seeking recompense
- Enslaving to the whims of this mistress
- As the dance ensued
- Elizabeth's mood
- Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
- In slick black iciness it grew
- To consume
- The wench Her tower tombed
- Tending to Her costume
- Bore the brunt of the storm
- When the needle askewed
- She has Her dogs maul the b**ch's wrists through
- Restored to jaded bliss
- This evisceratrix
- Descended to the ball
- With painted blood upon Her lips
- Passing like a comet so white
- As to eclipse
- The waltz wound down transfixed
- Devoid of all breath in the air
- Even Death paled to compare
- To the taint of Her splendour
- So rare and engendered
- 'Pon the awed throng gathered
- There
- Beneath the howling stars
- She danced so macabre
- Men entranced divined from Her gait
- That this angel stepped from a pedestal
- Had won remission from fate
- By alighting to darker spheres
- Delighting in held sway
- For She was not unlike the Goddess
- To whom the wolves bayed
- "Whilst envy glanced daggers
- From court maidens arboured
- Who whispered in sects
- Of suspicions abroad
- That Elizabeth bewitched
- See how even now the whore casts
- Her spells upon the Black Count
- Whom Her reddened lips hold fast"
- Tongue unto tongue
- Swept on tides without care
- For the harpies who rallied
- Their maledict glares
- A halo of ravens tousled Her hair
- Chandeliers a tiara
- For passions ensnared
- "Phantasies sexed
- When their eyes moonstruck met
- Their friction wore a way
- Through the sea of foreplay
- Lovers at first bite
- She an Eve tempted to lay
- Gasping at rafters
- Flesh pressed in ballet"
- But caprice honours leashed
- She absconded the feast
- To prowl wonderland
- Beasts in hand from the Keep
- Of Feudal dilemma
- Well mantled in furs
- Through cullis to watch
- Dogstars howl at the earth
- On this violent night
- Unholy night
- Winds lashed their limbs together
- As the ether vent it's wintry spite
- She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes
- To excite the bleak advance
- From castle bowers
- Wherein small hours
- The Devil never came by chance
- A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh
- Sent lusts nova as hooves trod
- Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet
- Were flung to a wayward god
- Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
- Her spinal chill rakes the earth
- Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
- Woebetidings of rebirth
- Under cold stares of Mars maligned
- Near-suicides cross their hearts
- And unborns writhe in tepid brine
- For something wicked this way starts
- Beneath the howling stars
- Pounding upon the pauper ridge
- Earshot of a hunched beldame
- Elizabeth teased would He dare to please
- Such elderly loins enflamed
- To this He feigned a grim disdain
- Playing to Her slayful eye
- But the hag replied
- "This girl that chides
- Will soon be as plagued with age as I"
- Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath
- For Elizabeth's grace could raise
- A flag of truce in burning heaven
- Or the dead from early graves
- Yet still She seethed
- This proud Snow Queen
- Embittered with the cursed retort
- And because He sought Her loves onslaught
- He gutted the crone for sport
- Soon in full moon fever they were wed
- Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed
- Littered with aphrodisiacs
- To tease dynastic union
- And beget them further maniacs
- Elizabeth
- Free reigned now a Countess
- Outwielded and outwore
- Her title like a favoured dress
- Whilst Her errant Lord
- Whose seasons savoured war
- Stormed black to fell the infidel
- Her embers tempered roared
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