Belladonna

We rise up our hands in the night
Silken dresses float in the sky
We raise your body into the light
Hands placed over your eye
Don't feel fear we just want to die

We rise up our hands in the sky
Blood on our faces we are alive
And to the alter we hold our light
Sleepless offering - no need to fight
Our lifeless beings touching entwined

And as the contorting bodies and ribcages start to split
I wonder if by calling the gods we will then submit
The flowers are blooming and falling in all just one minute
The air is crisp and chilling and we feel the shift

Belladonna - pressed to my lips
Belladonna - dancing in my spit
Mellodrama - cries that I emit
Mellodrama - found myself sick