Virgin Black

How many times will I look at you?
Allured by the scent of your death
And the savage priests, to a suffering soul
Exult in a strangled song
I am soothed from anger into sorrow
As they knot their wreaths against my limbs
Help me understand the stench in my mind
Why do they impair our vision?
Can anyone taste my blood?
I have clung, quivering, with bruised flesh
Christendom rise and dress yourself