Primordial - Bitter Harvest Lyrics
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deepWounds of lust won't ever healStigmata... I yearn for thy crimson tasteRape my senses... upon your cross I'll weepBut shall this longing I ever satiateI writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacyBring me to ritual, bring me to lifeFornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am IEternity, for your touch I'll payIt is nights as black as this that have made meAm I to pay the wage of sin...?Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for meI turn my face to a new age...Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring?