The Tempest
Damien DeVille / Dominic Lavey
With your lips like poison
With the taste of red inside
With another secret waiting, to be sold
Another time
With the kiss of angels
Falling around your head
And another dream
Lies wishing you were dead.
Come lay beside me
Hold your fingers tight
Saving grace, a second time
You need it more tonight.
In the forest hides the soul of two
The darkest lurks below
Kiss it like your rosary
The storms about to blow.