Not a man as soft as velvet
Not as soft as velvet
Not a man as soft as velvet
Not as soft as velvet
is your lover
is your part in here
All of your voices are echoes
Pictures are only memories and dreams
But soft as velvet
are the arms of chilly death
But soft as velvet
is the handle of knife, of gun
And soft as velvet
is the white silklining
And soft as velvet
are the lips of Samael *
Not a man as soft as velvet
Not as soft as velvet
Not a man as soft as velvet
Not as soft as velvet
is your crib
is your deathbed
Holding your hand
a bony cold fist
"You fall of a warhorse
Your god denies you
There's only sand in your hands
You'll take nothing with you"