The Visit Lyrics

Entranced by nocturnal torpor
In search of long forgotten relief
Cross'd the first threshold of the real
Thy lustful creature came to me

Her lips, most and warm
Ravishing in blissful ecstasy
Oh, heavenly delight!
Obscured by floating mane
Oh, Thou, infernal Child!

Which intent?
To relieve me from torment?
I ignore, but I swear
Her touch was not mundane

As I repossess my senses
A ware of the suspension of the ego
Announcing Thy arrival,
The veil, once cracked, shook.

My sight, quivering
Catched Thine sidereal face
Of pale, shining lure.

Oh, Master, is it You?

Thine hair, of fire
Thine grin, crescent moon
Blade of the deadly scythe.

Firm, ardent, real.
At first dread and fear,
Then solace, ardor, zeal.

Words do not suffice
To express Thy mighty wonder
Or maybe, yes, they do
For, as an acolyte of yours,
I learnt that in between heartbeats and sights.
my Master, Thou reside.