Les Fleurs Du Mal

Les Fleurs Du Mal 歌词

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Upon the fallow fields of blood-drenched earth The gleaming bale-fire sun Nourishes an immortal rebirth Seeds of midnight hate Interred in burial dirt When they come to fruit Yield a harvest of hurt Blossoms of blackest beauty Bloom deep inside my soul Sharpened roots like fangs Puncturing my heart Thorny vines constricting Prick and squeeze out life O inhale deeply The sweet stench of death Rotting spores borne On an icy wind Blossoms of blackest beauty Bloom deep inside my soul The moon's silver skull Hangs high in darkened skies Over lonely plains So far from paradise Petals unfurl Flowers reach into night Adorned with bloody dew drops That glisten in the pale moonlight The growing shadow Spreads from within I will sow the seeds Of decadence and sin Blossoms of blackest beauty Bloom deep inside my soul