John Barlas - Terrible Love lyrics

The marriage of two murderers in the gloom Of a dark fane to hymns of blackest night; Before a priest who keeps his hands from sight Hidden away beneath his robe of doom, Lest any see the flowers of blood that bloom For gems upon the fingers, red on white; The while far up in domes of dizzy height The trumpets of the organ peal and boom: Such is our love. Oh sweet delicious lips From which I fancy all the world's blood drips! Oh supple waist, pale cheek, and eyes of fire, Hard little breasts and white gigantic hips, And blue-black hair with serpent coils that slips Out of my hand in hours of red desire.