Soul Destroying Black Debauchery Lyrics

What hell is this?
A noxious nameless mist
Hangs like tatters, but binds like chains
This morbid frame

Writhing, rotting in the veins
Sous les griffes du diable

I have so long longed for the lance
To lap these entrails bare, to divine
Poison courses through blood, thickening and slow
From cold crypted corners, rises once again

Pallid, rotting on the vine
I cast myself
Sous les griffes du diable
Le sang fatigue de l'homme dissipé

What recourse, what remains
Bu to reel the midnight through

Sheer lunatic defiance of Nature's fair designs
Rank, decadent denial
Against Bios, against Life

I am betrayed, abandoned
By the mute contempt of my own flesh
I must wrench my death from this vital frame
What recourse but to glut the maw

The reeling midnight through