She came down from the Western Hills when we were not prepared.
I turned deaf ears to words of warning now I'm running scared.
Casting caution to the wind now that the cat's away.
I say my grace - fill my face (then for forgiveness pray).
God knows I was an honest man - the same as any other.
Who loved his wife - worked all his life to keep his family.
Until the 'beast' that never sleeps beneath my silken covers.
Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality.
[Chorus:]
Her passion for passion - it will devour.
Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower.
Her lust for lust - it will consume.
A siren song summons all men to their doom.
She whispered of her innocence - (a plea I must contest).
While baptising helpless sinners with a missionary zest.
She will exorcise your demons - then exercise your thighs.
Await your 'second-coming' with a hunger in her eyes.
Her sweetmeats are the souls of men - she'll gorge herself to
bursting.
And for yours her heart is thirsting - as a spider craves a fly.
No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor.
She'll rewrite the Kama Sutra if you'd care to watch her try.
[Chorus:]
Her passion for passion - it will devour.
Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower.
Her lust for lust - it will consume.
A siren song summons all men to their doom.
I reach for heaven - desire drags me down.
When fools choose their king I'll be heir to that crown.
A strange kind of madness I cannot condone.
If you are without sin come cast the first stone.
From the 1992 SKYCLAD album:
‘A Burnt Offering for
the Bone Idol.’
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