[Deep, haunting, low-pitched female voice with a powerful bellow in climactic sections. Delivery is poetic, intimate, and intensely emotional—whispered verses building to resonant, echoing choruses. Layered reverb and delay for ethereal, ghostly presence. Occasional spoken-word whispers and sorrowful sighs.] [Verse 1] In crumbling crypts where moonlight bleeds through cracks, Your eyes devour the dark, twin voids of endless black. Skin like frost-kissed alabaster, veins a faint blue lace, My fingers trace your chill, yet hellfire scars my face. [Chorus] My sin, my shrine, my slow-rotting vow, Pale goddess weeping bloodless tears that never reach the ground. I kneel in your decay, devour your frozen breath— Obsessed, enslaved, in beauty's exquisite death. [Verse 2] Your tears are shattered crystals on cheeks of waning moon, They carve slow rivers down to lips that taste of ruin. I drink your grief like venom, sweet poison in my veins, Each sob a chain that binds me tighter to your chains. [Chorus] My sin, my shrine, my slow-rotting vow, Pale goddess weeping bloodless tears that never reach the ground. I kneel in your decay, devour your frozen breath— Obsessed, enslaved, in beauty's exquisite death. [Bridge] No salvation dares intrude our velvet-lined despair, We'll molder intertwined beneath the coffin air. Your touch is grave-dust winter, yet ignites my rotting core— In this cathedral of corruption, I worship evermore. [Verse 3] Forgive the thorns I weave into your porcelain crown, I etch your name in marrow as my flesh dissolves to brown. Eternal in your pallor, damned in your embrace, Where beauty festers loveliest in sin's unholy grace. [Final Chorus] My sin, my shrine, forever entombed alive, Pale goddess, keep me drowning in the depths of your dead eyes. Obsessed beyond redemption, in decay we are complete— Our love, a black rose blooming where the worms and shadows meet.
