In the pale moonlight so pure
Your glistening skin becomes my life
In the delicate silence of the night
Your decadence emanates from you
Now all I need is to feel your husk in my hands
Stepping lightly I can taste your essence on my tongue
Your beauty ensnares the senses and the flesh
I'll take it all, I can't stand not having you to myself
In the pale moonlight so wretched
I'll tail you to your place of worship
Your habit dances smoothly down your shoulders
My habit, borne of flesh
The voice of god breaks through her teeth and deafens me
Blinded by the sight of her holy sensuality
She asks if I need help and I responded
With my hands, I met her throat (Her throat)
Done with the kill
Gotten my fill
Of blood and flesh,
It must've been gods will
It's flesh is my communion
And I sinfully savor it
It's blood makes up my wine
And sustains my gluttony
Precious nun, it feeds its masses
But it's mass will feed me
The warmth of blood flows through her skin and flows to me
The copper taste pervades the air as she leaks
How they will mourn her is I rend her piece by piece
If god is real, then tonight he weeps over meat
Over me
In the pale moonlight so pure
Your decadent meat becomes my meal