Lyrics Elijah's Mantle - Corrupted ideal. Anointed vessel.

Corrupted Ideal. Anointed Vessel.
by Corbeau

remain in adoration,
of this corrupted ideal
embraced in lamentation
of kisses painful, pain easing to steal

humbled in dignity,
one night to be the lover,
with tears and lust and sweat and pity,
the next, anonymous, the other.

but alas, this silky paradise
is the meaning of this life,
a temple of desire that will entice
love making, sex and strife.

but, dreams, oh dreams
of hands on belly, thigh and breast,
of entry through the lap of cream,
of tongue in flower, a kiss none the less.

it but happens once, my love,
in moments stolen, again and again
i kiss, embrace, from toes to above,
alone, deserted, different from other men.

and you my love and painful mirth,
you know, you know, you know the same,
to be my heaven and me the earth
made, makes pleasure longer, far less tame.

so you, my desire, asleep or awake,
your cries of pleasure and mouth of mine,
unknown or knowing i am there to take
with you, our love, our sex, my demise.

a caressing adoration is the offering
with tongue to the origin of the world.
a taste of syrup of the valley
from mouth on bended knees curled.
the temple shows its return love
by turning on the willing sacrifice
and lips that do not speak, but take,
give rise to the muscle and entice.

the head of the worshipped languishes back
as mouth moves from the promise between thighs
and follows the contours towards the breasts,
where hands hold up with beauteous sighs.
this succulent summer's sun fruit,
with mouth and skin wet with this feast,
only now can the blessed approach the aisle,
for her supreme greatness now to teach.

only with sensual perpetual prayer
can the slave of pleasure enter in
the temple of this cultured jewel
often cursed, and blamed as original sin.
only then as two become androgenous,
with skin that eases back and forth,
the disciple consumed within the goddess
pulsating together towards vast heavens soar.

so you my desire, asleep or awake,
of this corrupted ideal.
unknown or knowing, I am there to take,
of this corrupted ideal.