Distress Lyrics

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight

O beast!

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a mournful tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour.

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed.

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits, Sabaoth - Distress - http://motolyrics.com/sabaoth/distress-lyrics.html

You who know more of Nothingness than the dead.

For Vice, gnawing this inborn nobleness of mine

Marked me, like you, with it's sterility

But shroud-haunted, pale, destroyed, I flee.

While that heart no tooth of any crime

Can wound lives in your breast of stone

Frightened of dying while I sleep alone