Thank Your Lucky Scars

Governed by the moon She's a cold headmistress I am lycanthropic Too evolved to miss this Opportunity to taste The pausing lamb By the grace of heaven Come the claws I am Emerging with the hunger Scented blood a tease Urges surging under Thunder bludgeoning pleas Bathing in the afterglow Of Set let free On the scarlet march of woe To a dead set destiny True nature's stark decree The crude dripping whipping Off the back of need We are lost souls run amok The raptor's scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars You're not for me The moon is drifting through a dark hypnotic garden Her spells are waxing gibbous And my heart it strats to roar Set astride my rearing nightmares The abhorrence King, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these evil jaws that leave no story This rancour soon will pass Just thank your lucky scars Chosen by the moon She's a cold seductress Frozen to the bone She's compelled to suck this Lust from out my veins To assert her role From the able mouth of Cain Spurt the things I do Howling at the ether Like a beast in heat Burning with a fever For a seasonal meat I shall never gloat On what the sufferer sees Me teeth are in their throat Blood is draining me of speech True nature's stark decree The frute, finger licking From his sickening feat We are lost souls amok The rapture, scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars Your not like me Just thank your lucky scars Set astride my rearing nightmare The abhorrence Kind, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these haunted shores of purgatory Just thank your lucky scars Governed by the moon She's a cold headmistress I am lycanthropic Too evolved to miss this Opportunity to taste The pausing lamb By the grace of heaven Come the claws I am Emerging with the hunger Scented blood a tease Urges surging under Thunder bludgeoning pleas Bathing in the afterglow Of Set let free On the scarlet march of woe To a dead set destiny