Wumpscut "Thorns"

ONCE SOMEONE TOLD
A STORY ABOUT THESE SMALL DESERT BIRDS
THROWING THEMSELVES 
IN THORNS WHEN COPULATING IN LUST
 
AND WHILE EMBRACED BY DEATH
THEY SING SO FINE THAN NEVER
AND WHILE EMBRACED BY DEATH
THEY STAY IN LOVE FOREVER
 
LIKE MARTYRS DO
THEY DEDICATE THEIR LIFES IN DEEP VEIN
OF ANCIENT VOWS
AND DIE OF FLARING ARDOUR IN HAZE
 
THORNS THEY LURK ON ROSES STEM
THEY DO INTEND NO HARM THEM
 
SQUEEZING ME HARD
IN THORNS THAT BURN LIKE A FIRE INSIDE
THRILLING MY HEAD
UNTIL THEY RIP MY SHIVERING SKIN
 
THORNS THEY LURK ON ROSEST STEM
THEY DO INTEND NO HARM THEM
THEY LURK ON BODIES STEM
THEY MAKE MY HEART ARISE THEM