Your womb always bled the sweetest of blood

Let me taste it, let me smell your inner lust

Leaving bloody marks of my dried out lips

All around your vagina, down on your hips



I may be old

But still I breathe

Therefore I am

I may be old

But still I move

And lead this dance



I smeared your dirty wings with an ancient oil

Made out of serpents, bats and soil

Take your broken wings and try to fly again

Down into the abyss, through the eternal flames

Behold the beautiful landscape below

Watch it with respect and see what it has to show

This is where the future meets the past

Where the time stands still and the first becomes the last



I took a piece of your heart

I took a piss on your soul

I spit on your feeble church

I disgraced your holy whore



I want to see the daughters of the moon

Dance on the blood-red tide

Wearing nothing but their funeral dress

So innocent, with nothing to hide



I may be old

But still I breathe

Therefore I am

I may be old

But still I move

And lead this dance