Lyrics Halia Meguid - Waltz For Lecter

please come in.
i won’t bite,
simply whet my appetite
with whatever foods you may bring
from the dark winter garden of night.

what’s that smell?
is it fever?
spreading deeper? butter-hot, red as the
flame-drips that bred the black
sin in the hearts of believers.

you’ll find my crown on the head of a creature
and my name on the lips of the dead
i am speaking of dread and hunger
do you know hunger?
precisely.
it needs to be fed.

please begin.
i won’t interrupt.
drink wine from my cup and eat from my table.
perhaps you are able
to stomach what once was corrupt.

it has a taste:
misbehavior.
no saviors here, just fare to be swallowed,
bones to be hollowed;
for rudeness yields exquisite flavors.

you’ll find my crown on the head of a creature
and my name on the lips of the dead
i am speaking of dread and hunger
do you know hunger?
precisely.
it needs to be fed.