Creatures. Ice House. Zeneszám

The ice house preserves with incestuous flowers
Their nightly perfume overpowers me
The stamens kiss, entwined devouring
The heart will melt whilst the ice remains

Erogenous touch of brother and sister
The ice retains life, no offspring to bear
Phallic flower etched into my memory
A feline form on a frosty pane

Not ashes to ashes
Not dust to dust
A beckoning bouquet
Of blossoming lust

Not ashes to ashes
Not dust to dust
A beckoning bouquet
Of blossoming lust

Oh, will you stay, until this moment's complete
Oh, let me freeze you with this fragrance so sweet
We shall not slither and wither away
The door will lock shut when the ice names the day

Not ashes to ashes
Not dust to dust
A beckoning bouquet
Of blossoming lust

Not ashes to ashes
Not dust to dust
A beckoning bouquet
Of blossoming lust