Entirely written, performed, recorded, mixed, and mastered (with intentional ageing), and published by Lavinia Valeriana, with self-portraiture artwork also by the artist.
Lyrics
In the grip of melancholia
and its vast forest of thorns
that have my flesh, scarred,
for a beautiful creature
I've fallen hard,
I've fallen,
for you.
O' beautiful!
(Beautiful)
Submerge me into the sea
of your blood, carrying me,
with feeling through the veins
to where love reigns in its
central stronghold.
(O' Beautiful)
O' Beautiful creature!
(Creature)
We have the ichor
only honest lovers know,
the sense of an immortal rush
passes vessels as virtue beats,
from the heart, its echo.
(Ooh-eh-ah echo)
O' beautiful!
(Beautiful, ergo)
Ergo, ever-we-go,
lovingly ageing to the grave,
no soul to save because
we are at peace together
in only a way we kindred-souls
will know.
(To the grave we go)
O' beautiful creature!
(Beautiful)
To the grave, we go,
onward-and-onward,
falling hard in our
doomed lovers' galliard.
(Falling hard in our
doomed lovers' galliard)
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