Entirely written, performed, recorded, mixed, and mastered (with intentional ageing), and published by Lavinia Valeriana, with self-portraiture artwork also by the artist.
Lyrics
Come, o' come,
here into my arms
fall to a knee,
to my pseudo-charms.
The day is ours, this I know,
love and lust, not flowers,
are the seeds we'll sow
onto the morrow
and many new morns,
and lanced shall be flesh
by concupiscent thorns.
Come, come,
the sun, over us,
burns its lovers' glow
and the grass projects
passions shadow below.
The day is ours, this I know,
love and lust, not flowers,
are the seeds we'll sow
onto the morrow
and many new morns,
and lanced shall be flesh.
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