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Lucy
The lights of London are in the wrong direction
A trick of the moonlight
Gliding across the graves, my mouth is hungry for you
Can you keep a secret?
It’s my beginning
The bed was empty
The tomb was empty
I’m counting on your discretion
Lying alone, my lips are red
Do you suppose I’m beautiful?
A wanton smile, redder than before
In the brilliant moonlight
Silver sound, ruby on pearl
Languorous ecstasy
Now I live alone in my churchyard
Do you suppose my sweetness turned to heartless cruelty?
The bed was empty
The tomb was empty
I’m counting on your discretion
Lying alone, my lips are red
Do you suppose I’m beautiful?
A wanton smile, redder than before
The bed was empty
The tomb was empty
I’m counting on your discretion
Lying alone, my lips are red
Do you suppose I’m beautiful?
A wanton smile, redder than before
“She’ll makes a very beautiful corpse, sir. It’s quite a privilege to attend on her. It’s not too much to say that she will do credit to our establishment!”

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from Musick Most Dark, released September 1, 2012

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Valentine Wolfe Greenville, South Carolina

Two morbidly fascinated musicians combining ambient solo bass, brutal distortion, electronica, and 18th century opera to tell a story of the macabre.

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