W e Of L ike F etish

It is a small offering, absurd in the scale of its appetite, yet the fire loves permission, however small; free to rise from its ashen wreath at a time of its choosing, it wants justification for the hunger of its being. An excuse to devour, untamed.

-Ash and Morning/Mourning, The Veiled Dominion

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It's never that good if it's too cheap

Of flesh and fire, you turn in your sleep

Your highest desire, you burn to its peak

Longing melts what won't catch flame

Desire burns the darkest shade

Your thoughts turn the darkest shade

We take turns, dark depraved

Hand over mouth, no word is safe

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It's never too far unless it's that deep

Pain is pleasure and pressure is heat

The shame is better when pain is sweet

We came together, chain and leash

Defame and tether, restrain, repeat

Stir til' it turns a darker shade

It goes down and burns, you start to change

Shapeshift and turn, we're all the same

Ash in the urn, moths to flame

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It's never too hot unless it's wet heat

Eyes tempted fall, the temperature rises

My fetish crawls in different disguises

Saints look away but under their eyelids

Glimpse the decay of passion ignited

A dash of gray then a darker shade

All you crave, a darker shade

A blindfolded gaze, a darker shade

Shield from the flames but don't turn away