Strike a match
Light my love
Funeral pyre into the sky above
Cut out my tongue
Pierce my chest
Contorted like a martyr when the evening crests
Break the skin
Salt the wound
In the summer of death our loving bloomed
Consumed our life
Killed our friends
Rites of sex are the gate to the end
Strike a match
Light my love
Funeral pyre into the sky above
Cut out my tongue
Pierce my chest
Contorted like a martyr when the evening crests
Break the skin
Salt the wound
In the summer of death our loving bloomed
Consumed our life
Killed our friends
Rites of sex are the gate to the end

Our love is like a bond of flesh and blood
It steals, it conquers, it leaves corpses in the mud
Our love it takes, my spirit it breaks
It comes to me like death, death in the evening sun