Plucked from the grave on a moonless midnight
Sucking on staves, she was noted for fight
Intoxicated, I fell in love
With this curse and a cure for my rabid dementia

Let thy light, White Hellebore
Share thy phosphorous resolve
Thriving in the dark like a rife fantasy
Writing in the ardour of this toxicity
Whet my soul, White Hellebore
Let our coming nights involve
Misting up the panes with thy gift to me
This twist of witchcraft with insanity petition

White Hellebore
White Hеllebore

Snatched from thе womb, pathogenic of face
Whereon innocence is petalled like a star in disgrace
Fatal perfection, I fell for thee
Poisoned by a beauty that exceeded exultation

I crave thy light, White Hellebore
Spare thy phosphorous resolve
A hallucinogen running loose again
A sliver of magic in this batshit winter
Whet my soul, White Hellebore
Let our coming nights involve
Burning with lust in the seasonal bend
To returning dusk and the ruts of springtime

Her bite is suffered more keenly for
Lying concealed in a field of winter roses
Who could ever have known the score?
The bitter neath the sweet
The bittersweet necrosis
The deep erotic wounds she bore

Empire downer
Madness drowner
A seasoned crown
The reason blackened nights surround her

I crave thy light, White Hellebore
Thy phosphorous resolve
I fucking well miss this paralysis
The stopping of my heart with the slightest whisper
Whet my soul, White Hellbore
Let our coming nights absolve
A feverous kiss neither of us wish
To end unfed, but mend upsets
And send regret to the mendless nevermore

White Hellebore

The sabat calls
On lofted horns from ancient groves
That blossom full
Since frosted morns fell comatose

White Hellebore
White Hellebore

And I too will lovelorn, die
At the foot of the world she brings to life