Istra

Oh Aphrodite, how is it you possess me? I bear your name, and it leaves me riddled with shame You gave me the fork to twist in the old ulcers That lurk deep within mortal souls This sad girl This lean carrion Still, bloodless meat rack Purpose I have none No Trembling Gives me away I just wanna shake,shake, shake Shake with my disgrace Oh Aphrodite, what did your grace want with me? I bear your name, I wear my entrails on display You gave me the fork to twist in the old ulcers That lurk deep within mortal souls Free from joy, I may sing Songs a child blessed Would never dare to bring My cool palms will never clam With sickness, terror, hate or desire I'll never raise a hand I accuse the heavens. Threaten me with plagues I dare you, Black Stone Goddess Give me all you've got Come on you Men, slaughter your beast! Sacrifice! Daughters of nobles sing your hymns, with cursed tongues! Oh Aphrodite, what did your grace want with me? I wear a veil for my unacceptable face Holy wisdom is not clear like water, But thick and dank like blood.