The Whore's Trophy I Lyrics

You try to allure us in scarlet.
A killing time for the disposable and deceived.
From this cup is the blood tainted by the formation of depravity.
Dieting on our new wine.
What a mystery you have become.Sympathy - The Whore's Trophy I - http://motolyrics.com/sympathy/the-whores-trophy-i-lyrics.html
Captivating us by the savor from the golden cup.
We are left drunk with a new doctrine.
Your prostitution will collapse that which makes us your harlot's embrace.
I decline this bitter taste.
Our lamps lie half empty, yet we will refuse and watch you burn.