My mouth will flame the sulphurs of the Pit You will find my mouth a hell of sweetness and seduction My mouth's angels will hold sway in your heart My mouth's soldiers will take you by storm The priests of my mouth will cense your beauty Your soul will shake like a terrain in an earthquake Your eyes will be charged with all the love that humanity has stored up in its eyes since the beginning My mouth will be an army against you a stumbling awkward army Tricky as a magician with his sleight of changing shapes The choirs and orchestra of my mouth will tell you my love It murmurs to you now from far away While I stand here eyes fastened to my watch waiting for the exact moment to go over the top |