Danse Macabre - Sacred lyrics

Perversity, lust, decadence

Mankind's prior frustration

My mind hardly can comprehend

Mating the sole destination

This decline of romanticism

I do regret indeed

Replaced by forms of fetishism

It makes my heart bleed

Born in a wrong century

A label that I gladly wear

For there should be room for mystery

And to touch a soulmate's hair

Eroticism a fine form of art

But why share it with the world

For I care for matters of the heart

In this 21st century world

This decline of romanticism

I do regret indeed

Replaced by forms of fetishism

It makes my heart bleed

Born in a wrong century

A label that I gladly wear

For there should be room for mystery

And to touch a soulmate's hair

And to touch a soulmate's hair

And to touch a soulmate's hair