I want to drink from the fountain of sin
I want to pray to the villain within
I want to lose when the goal is to win
Living on a razor's edge
In the temple of Nyx
In the arms of the carnal eclipse
In the night I feel the cold of her lips
Dying for the thrill of it
Cold moon
Come soon
Exhume
Consume
By the light of the moon
In the depths of her womb
Under the sign of the archer
I am born anew
I watched a ghost manifest in the dark
I surrendered as my world came apart
I gave into, as she left her mark
Dying for the thrill of it
In the temple of Nyx
In the arms of the carnal eclipse
In the embrace of that which should not exist
Lulled by the bestial hymn