Troll
Michael Gira, Jarboe
After I bed with thee
Your soul shall no longer be
Deep inside the hollow space
Only I can fill its ache
And in your new found ecstasy
Thine eyes shall search mine pleadingly
I am the light the way the dark
And when you sleep thy demonic heart
Dost take you down beneath the ridge
To where is found the silent bridge
So leap unto the shame no more
Come sleep among us chambered whores
And I will eat you
And I will eat you
And I will eat you eat you eat you