The Rose Of Rancid Petals - Hollow World

Her cold hand beckons for me

To step out from the light

To feel the breeze upon my face

To feel her kiss upon my cheek

Her arms wrapped tight around me

Her voice — whispering in my ear

Her fingers linked with mine

There is nothing to fear

I’ve become one with the cold

I want to die

I’m diving into the void

I want to die

I take her hand and follow on

Her bones are pressed against my palms

Her stench is rife within my nostrils

I find it oh so calming

She hands me roses full of thorns

Their petals rancid from the buds

I suddenly feel whole

She pulls my hands unto her sheath

Her robe drops down to her feet

I raise my fingers to her breast

Nothing but bones beneath her chest

One hand on my hip now waltzing

A dance with death is underway

Folding my knees beneath me

The temptress clad in sweet decay

Slowly she whispers «my name is Bella»

Torso is twisting under the pressure now

Eyes locked in furious gaze, unbroken

Reaching into my chest no words spoken

Coldness engulfing all that is felt

Darkness replacing all that I can see

All torment from me has been stripped

The solace I feel is her gift

I’ve become one with the cold

I want to die

I’m diving into the void

I want to die

I have embraced the coldness

And made deal with her

To take this life of torment

— Rip it from my chest within

I have engaged in a dance with death

To feel her lips upon my face