The Rape Lyrics
| Song | The Rape |
| Artist | Aura Noir |
| Album | Increased Damnation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Merry, you may be. | |
| For I am the flesh in your tounge. | |
| Create to yourself, images of these glass-eyed figures, and expose to me, your skin - whorish as ever. | |
| They speak to me, your pores, your veins, in a rush of melancholy. | |
| In a stream of misantrophy. | |
| Remove the carpet, so | |
| I may be united with the shades of these. | |
| Blind my eyes, still | |
| I will see - presence, visuality. | |
| I grant you my pale hands, still | |
| I will feel - shape, contoures. | |
| Please leave. | |
| In me you wont find any pity, as the dog that howls for the light in my eyes - the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me. | |
| So, please leave. | |
| In here you won¥t find any pity. | |
| Tour kisses were as hell itself. | |
| Be silent, for | |
| I am the flesh in your tounge. | |
| Only I can wear vast costumes of time, and still be present. "So, hereby I rape thee." |
| Merry, you may be. | |
| For I am the flesh in your tounge. | |
| Create to yourself, images of these glasseyed figures, and expose to me, your skin whorish as ever. | |
| They speak to me, your pores, your veins, in a rush of melancholy. | |
| In a stream of misantrophy. | |
| Remove the carpet, so | |
| I may be united with the shades of these. | |
| Blind my eyes, still | |
| I will see presence, visuality. | |
| I grant you my pale hands, still | |
| I will feel shape, contoures. | |
| Please leave. | |
| In me you wont find any pity, as the dog that howls for the light in my eyes the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me. | |
| So, please leave. | |
| In here you won t find any pity. | |
| Tour kisses were as hell itself. | |
| Be silent, for | |
| I am the flesh in your tounge. | |
| Only I can wear vast costumes of time, and still be present. " So, hereby I rape thee." |
| Merry, you may be. | |
| For I am the flesh in your tounge. | |
| Create to yourself, images of these glasseyed figures, and expose to me, your skin whorish as ever. | |
| They speak to me, your pores, your veins, in a rush of melancholy. | |
| In a stream of misantrophy. | |
| Remove the carpet, so | |
| I may be united with the shades of these. | |
| Blind my eyes, still | |
| I will see presence, visuality. | |
| I grant you my pale hands, still | |
| I will feel shape, contoures. | |
| Please leave. | |
| In me you wont find any pity, as the dog that howls for the light in my eyes the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me. | |
| So, please leave. | |
| In here you won t find any pity. | |
| Tour kisses were as hell itself. | |
| Be silent, for | |
| I am the flesh in your tounge. | |
| Only I can wear vast costumes of time, and still be present. " So, hereby I rape thee." |
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