Avernus A Delicate Tracery Of Red (demo) 1. Sickening Revels Dark Shapes approach my eyes, no human form discernable Erotic in their deformity, I tremble with lust at what is to come The scents of lavender and blood lie at your throat Pale and slender, awaiting razor-edged kisses Shedding limbs in the ecstacy of your ardor Skin peeled back to expose the beauty of raw muscle Consumed by my desires... Obsessed by sickening revels... Dance with me beyond the veils Where pain and pleasure blend as one I opened the door to macabre delights Now I am bound helpless to the hunger for flesh A tapestry of morbid desire Eros looks on with a blind and jaundiced eye Bleeding cunt reduced to slashed and gaping maw Carve in her new vertical smile The old and the young all join us Penetrate screaming infants ripping virgin orifice The extreme of fleshly desire That I have forsaken morality to achieve "I'm showing you my love..you stupid worthless bitch!" Posthumous coitus copulation with carnage Moonlight lies placid on the dull gleam of bloodied bone Delicate pink coils of intestine hanging Pendulous, between her breasts Her lovely and pallid contenance offers up to me the thorax's delights Lips ground from her face betwixt our teeth I raise her perfect and screaming mouth to my own Copulating with feminine viscera The parts are greater than the sum of the whole Acts of pleasure with expressions of pain.... lyrics : Stevison, 1993 2. The Cruelest Gift Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful? Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite? Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence Cast my heart a veil and revelate such nothingness... Mother... Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken Menstruate such a fate and I suffer for your sins Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless Your love obscene to the fact I died that day... Father... Lifeless...worthless...existance You have obtained life from me...I am dead.. Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken Menstruate such a fate and I suffer for your sins Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless Your love obscene to the fact I died that day... ...In your arms, in your embrace, still life scorned in me I only bleed, Im human Found wings sail into withering.... Alive? Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful? Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite? Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence Cast my heart a veil and revelate such bitterness... Suffer lyrics : McCoy, 1993 3. A Delicate Tracery of Red The imperfections of earthly beauty mean nothing to me as I am swallowed by my art Posthumous, and thus greater will be your beauty I will expose the masterpiece within your reviled form A delicate tracery of red... ...as I inflict upon you carvings of arcane design Convulutions of lacerated tissue I will shape a cruel and permanent smile on those sweetly curved lips Renderings of utmost lucidity With a loving violence the blade lingers over your skin A delicate tracery of red... ...I will release the beauty trapped beneath your skin Once you must have smiled so sweetly The world endless before your eyes I miss you though I've never known you But I can and will tell the end of your story In the intracacies of these lines The cut of your features Smeared beneath my fingertips My breath coming quicker Aroused by the revelations of my incisions line Agonized, the line of your brow I relieve its tension by a cut of a tendon Beautific in darkest repose I delineate the course of your sorrows Incarnidine convolutions and conflicting strokes of carnelian Rich, trailing behind the sharpened edge Fluid welling up like some purified crimson wine I exalt you by my atrocities A delicate tracery of red... ...with your tortured flesh I aspire to approach the sublime through... ...a delicate tracery of red Overcome by a great and sinister joy In this, my most tender of cruelties Forms of perfected aspect exposed from within Animate is my medium, you writhing as my canvas I revel in your soiled femininity As the razors dance in your deepest and most secret place Your screams were the purest of melodies The low moans you emit arouse my disgust You would never sing for me so sweetly No matter how I sought your tainted embrace Your kind reckons my touch, you can no longer repulse my demands Whirls and lines cover your torso, a hint of eternal mysteries revealed The peeling of pale and tender flesh I strip from your form your transient veneer I expose the ugliness of your kind I inscribe your shame of your skin Bleeding spirals on your breasts As I follow the lines of natures greatest folly Runnels scored in your limbs, so smooth and tempting a canvas I move my scalpel towards your eyes Still, they hold your expression and something of you beneath their glaze With a slice I open your pupils For you to better gaze upon the darkness you must see With a loving violence the blade lingers over your skin I will release the beauty trapped under your skin A delicate tracery of red... ...fueled by the deepest of hatreds Perfection of the most elevated and torturous kind... ...I will release the beauty trapped beneath your skin lyrics : McCoy/Stevison, 1993