(Burning Flesh, Dripping Sweat
Unison, Like A Paralysed Snake
Charmed And Enchanted By The Babalon Whore)

Led to the other worlds
By the girls she curled within
I took their skins to see her
Be my, be my mannequin
(Be my mannequin)

I cannot remember
How it was that we first met
Curve of the moon and haunted shore
The stars were not those heaven sent

Did we come together
At masked palatial balls?
In silks and flesh and leather
Or did we come at all?
I dreamt a midnight castle
The eerie song of wolves
And eyes that danced with fire
As they have forever more

Our rites of sin
Have long fathered a hymm
To burden him
Whom by slip of after-whim
At genesis dressed her like the wind
In autumn gowns
That pinned her down
To be my, be my mannequin
(Be my mannequin)
Always poised on winter
But never would she break
My lovecraft and black witch heart
That pounded in her wake

We kissed on distant balconies
A law unto her own
Thirteenth dark commandment
Of figures pressed to stone
Turning cream with fantasies
That god alone would know
We graced the vomitorium
With the sweet excess of Rome

Flagrant in the past
Our names were deeply carved
On the tree of life in long dead languages

Led to other worlds
By the girls she curled wihtin
I took their skins to see her
Be my, be my mannequin
(Be my mannequin)

I tongued the nuns at Louviers
But not one word possessed
Her devine right, an archetype
For mortal Goddess
(Be my, be my, be my mannequin)
(Be my, be my, be my mannequin)