The Stories One - The Thrash of Naked Limbs Two - Le Cerf Malade Three - Gather Me Up Forever Four - I Am The Bloody Earth Five - Transcending (
Into the Exquisite) Six - The Crown of Sympathy (
Remix) Tracks 1,2 & 3 from "
The Thrash of Naked Limbs" e.p. Vile 37T. Tracks 4,5 & 6 from "I Am The Bloody Earth" e.p. Vile 44T. The Thrash Of Naked Limbs Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it This passion play Smothered in effort, The thrash of naked limbs Glistening skin Close your eyes, the whispered sighs Frightening lust Sweet was her breath, tasted by mine Words are more effective when concealed Through the halflight on her body My fearful hands tremble their way Take me, anywhere that you like Hold me, deep within. Do what you like Take me, anywhere. Warm the night Take me, take me, take me With the lights low, and you naked on the warm floor Me beside you, softly kissing, caressing Make love to her while she's crying I could die now, and die happy Le Cerf Malade Il en coute A qui vous reclame Medecins du corps et de l'ame O temps! O moeurs! J'ai beau crier Tout le monde se fait payer Gather Me Up Forever The pain never stops The race ignore me I sit here twisted, and it hurts me. The Son is near His way made for him Among the hopes Ten thousand suffering Oh how my heart aches The brilliant stories cascade about me To be handsome again Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart. The affection of stillness Kiss the hand that blesses me And as the panting ceased My blood runs now fierce This when I was young, before I knew nothing Now I'm the hunted, for the guilt that stains my hands. I Am The Bloody Earth Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore Fill your cups of Christ. I am the bloody earth Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags White Bat is death? Feed it to pigs Rise to be a king, shining with power Down silent avenues, I live on Life You owe yours to me Wear Me around your neck Kneel And cry for me Son Father please help me Safe delivery of a handsome child Merry and sweet looking My endeavours to rise seem useless But I will fight the distance between us
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