Fanthrash - Rita from the Hills

When I feel her taste so close to me
I float away and I drown
In dreams, her face
In cold proportions, beauty from glass
Sweetness and venom
In primal dancing sensual death
State of nirvana
In naked union I stay without shame
Enspelled in stone
Of black cliffs and grasses dead

In the house too dark to be a nest
Born from those ancient creatures of dark
To carry her glamour
Divine sample, flower from swamps
Magical forest
Was your home centuries long
Body and soul
You are the last – family’s dead
Beauty and filth
Blasphemous servants are ready to rise

Lured by the sign on the seventh layer
Bound by the chains of my own lust
This blood, these wounds
Unclean stigmas, I maim myself
Silk and steel
I feel no pain, want to be you
I am so chosen
I lose my soul to keep the aura
I raise my eyes
We are the millions that kiss your throne

When you shed your cloak
Your siren voice whispers and drones
A wolf’s cry in my head
Sticky and druggy song
A powerless servant
I drink the dew off your lips
I taste the god
Rita, I have to find that road
I’ve gone too far into the woods
I still remember a little path
So lonely, leading into your hills

Against my will
I’ll return with nightly birds

In the shroud of my body
I am my killer and my victim
I suffer in silence
The fire still burns in my heart
I’m lost in the night
I look for lamps that never go out
I am profane
As I wake my sense
Before the mind expires