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Original composition by Goth/Black Metal band Spiked Crib of Mumbai. Lyrics: Heavenly dawn, tragic noon, Evil November, memories astute, Raw wounds reflect her smile, A smile unseen, fake and futile. The rose she promised me was thorned, It slit my heart to the last micron, That rusty voice still rings in my ears, With my every tear she yelps and jeers. Drowned in this forlorn evening I lay, On my couch for deep slumber I pray, When deep inside me I feel the weight, Of my wasted trust betrayed. Inane days all spent lying await, To see her seal my fragile fate, Into another desire, only to perturb The demon in me, my soul to disturb. I aint no master, no martinet, To chain you to me like a bracelet, And watch you taint to me in my undug grave, Or be a helpless prisoner, your cadaver to enslave! Yet your freedom I see you exploit, Scream and wail, I stay sitting here quiet, I still smiled as you aimed and pierced, The lance of parting, in a style rehearsed. Surely you will some day look back my girl, And see how it gets all empty and dull, When one takes your love for granted and strays, Idly rambling, to the chapel I make my way, I look up to the alter, where Id make you my bride, A my hand in my pocket, a pod of cyanide, I denied you death and showered my dark love, And now on my tender heart, these thorns you bestow. Returning home to my dark sanctuary, I pray for this hour to get past me, The moaning in me has changed to a hum, A sad song of winter, of darkness and glum. I wish to see you once before my body dies, Before this soul forever laments and cries. Come before I leave this world, so pure, So I can look upon my succubus and love forever fear Check Spiked Crib out at
