The velvet hum of whispered prayers, The clink of glass, the perfumed air. I raise my hand, the hall obeys, Another night of sweet decay. The violins, they sigh for me, The choir bleeds in harmony. They dine on hope, I sip on fear A toast to love that ends too near. Welcome to The Banquet, my dear, Where your devotion tastes so clear. Kneel in silk, and bleed divine, I’ll drink your heart before the wine. A thousand candles burn for grace, Their wax melts slow upon my face. You call it sin, I call it art To carve a lover from the heart. The table shakes, the crystal sings, The chandeliers grow tired wings. I smile a queen of silver lies, I kiss your throat and close your eyes. Welcome to The Banquet, my dear, Your trembling hands, my souvenir. Faith and flesh are both aligned, I’ll drink your heart before the wine. “Oh, don’t look away, my love… The moon demands witnesses.” This is The Banquet, love refined, The altar dressed in candlelight. You’ll die adored a fate so kind, I’ll drink your heart before the wine.
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