(Intro-Slow, mournful slide guitar opens, low and haunting like smoke in moonlight. Bass pulses deep and steady.)
He bound his soul in robes of ash and vow
Knelt upon the chill cathedral floor each midnight hour
Fasted till the flesh grew thin and pale as winter light
Swore to silence every ember burning in the night
His prayers were iron, forged in solitude and dread
Each word a chain to bind the serpent in his bed
Fingers white around the silver cross he bore
Beseeching heaven to lock forever passion’s door
Then she came—shadow made of velvet and of flame
Through ancient doors she drifted, whispering no name
Hips a slow tide, skin a psalm of warm deceit
Eyes twin altars where the forbidden and the sacred meet
She stood too near; her breath an incense of desire
“I feel your hidden fire, holy man,” she said, voice low as choir
Her hand brushed slow along the tremor of his thigh
And felt the forbidden river rise beneath the lie
He thrust her back, voice torn like thunder across the nave
“Begone, thou serpent—return unto thy grave!”
Fell prostrate on the stone, lips bleeding sacred verse
Pleading for the strength to bear this exquisite curse
Yet still she lingered, circling soft as drifting sin
Breath upon his throat, a psalm upon his skin
Her tongue a slow communion at the edge of his ear
“Deny me all you will—your surrender’s already here”
(Chorus – voice raw, soaring, cracked with longing)
Lord, have mercy, I am frail
She is the storm beyond my veil
I raised these walls of fast and stone
Yet she dissolves them, flesh and bone
I am but breath, hunger, and need
And tonight I bleed that she may feed
(Bridge – music drops to one lone guitar and low hum. Voice hushed and broken)
He gripped her wrists to push the darkness away
But she opened slow and drew him into the flame
His fingers found her warmth, and the last vow broke
The cross fell ringing as the night overtook
(Music swells—drums enter, guitars rise)
At last he broke—wild as a martyr set ablaze
Hands tore the veil of her skin in fevered praise
Mouth sought her throat, her breasts, the hidden rose below
Devouring the eucharist he swore he’d never know
She drew him deep into the dark and velvet tide
Legs locked in prayer around him as he died
He poured himself within her with a ragged, primal cry
Each thrust a renunciation of the sky
(Guitar solo – long and slow, bending notes that weep and soar in release.)
(Music fades to breath and a single lingering note)
Dawn slid pale fingers through the broken windowpane
Found them entwined upon the altar, free of chain
Her nails had scripted scarlet psalms across his back
His seed still warm within her—like a covenant intact
He sought old words of penitence, but none would come
Only her taste upon his tongue, beating like a drum
In the cold light he knew the ancient war was done
The saint had knelt—and the sinner had won
(Final chorus – low, hushed, almost tender in surrender)
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