Il testo della The rape

Aura Noir

Data di rilascio : 13/03/2012

Durata : 0:03:26

Stile : Rock

Merry, you may be.
For i am the flesh in your tounge.
Create to yourself, images of these
Glass-eyed figures,
And expose to me, your skin -
Whorish as ever.
They speak to me, your pores, your veins,
In a rush of melancholy.
In a stream of misantrophy.

Remove the carpet, so i may be
United with the shades of these.

Blind my eyes,
Still i will see - presence, visuality.
I grant you my pale hands,
Still i will feel - shape, contoures.

Please leave.
In me you wont find any pity,
As the dog that howls for the light in my eyes -
The stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me.
So, please leave.
In here you wont find any pity.
Tour kisses were as hell itself.

Be silent, for i am the flesh in your tounge.
Only i can wear vast costumes of time, and still be present.
"so, hereby i rape thee."