Besedila: Bright Eyes. A poetic tale of unfortunate seduction.

The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent the light source well

How soft they speak and seem to be at peace
With the movement of the music and the madness
That is pulling me into this

And the shades of the lamps are woven red
The light, it stains and consecrates

Anointing all forgotten forms
That swirl and smoke and haunt this place
The girls in gowns all nurse the dark

Pulling it near to their swelling breasts
And watch as it seeps to their hearts
And beats within their virgin chests

And here I know seduction breeds
From wanton hearts that would seduce
And grows and spreads its vine and leaves
Embracing those who might have moved

But now remain to drink the night
From vials black and thick with steam
Such intoxicating delights
That leave you drunk inside this dream
And you watch them take the light from you


And you find yourself
On a velvet couch
Tasting the skin of a foreign girl

Her eyes are black
And wet like oil
And she ties your hands with a string of pearls

And you tremble like a frightened bird
As she closes in and captures you
To place you in the silver cage

Deep within her poisoned womb
And once you're safe inside
She might let you out to fly
In the circles around the room

But it's always night
And there is no moon
And you wonder if you are alive

And you're not sure if you want to be
But you drank her sweat like it was wine
And you lay with her on a bed of blue
And it's awful sweet
Like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you