Crimson Love

I wrote this for my wife last night, Soon it will have music but I have other songs you might like, Deathbed Confessions, Who Am I? PLeasure and Pain,and others and then there is even one there for Jason called Bacon, Boobs and Beer Have a listen at www.genegorski.com

Crimson Love Gene Gorski

The night is stalking the day an inch at a time
Locked together in a dance forever intertwined
Ever so close only allowed to touch at twilight
This passionate kiss forever fractures the night

The nocturne sings to the children ever lost
The gates of heaven and hell forever shut
Thirsting for the wine of the deepest cut
Drowning in a flood of reverent blood
Crimson Love

Not dead or alive but dreaming somewhere in between
Eyes forever open listning for the silent scream
Of the innocents lost to feed the eternal need
The eternal hunger, I give you my body to feed

The nocturne sings to the children ever lost
The gates of heaven and hell forever shut
Thirsting for the wine of the deepest cut
Drowning in a flood of reverent blood
Crimson Love

I love you in this second for all eternity
I'll share this life together our immortality
Passion red as a rose and sharp as this thorn
Poised above my neck ready to be reborn

The nocturne sings to the children ever lost
The gates of heaven and hell forever shut
Thirsting for the wine if the deepest cut
Drowning in a flood of reverent blood
Crimson Love
Crimson Love
Crimson Love


Deathbed Confessions Gene Gorski
Last words spoken from the lips of saints and sinners Third eye glancing through the gates of heaven or hell Tunnel so long with the light that shines and shimmers To answer the tolling bell, to answer the tolling bell Deathbed Confessions to unanswered questions My life’s playing like a Saturday matinee Hypnotic regression or celestial wrestling To see who gets my soul come judgment day Salvation calls sinners floating in their fear Wrapping up their soul in a sanctified veneer Buying that first class ticket to that last frontier Hear that tolling bell, hear that tolling bell Deathbed Confessions to unanswered questions My life’s playing like a Saturday matinee Hypnotic regression or celestial wrestling To see who gets my soul come judgment day Fate can only laugh, “What fools these mortals be” My soul is prized by no one other than me Henchman play your role and send me to eternity The bell is tolling for me, the bell is tolling for me My spirit is ready to be set free Free to wander through this eternity Eternally seeking my immortality What fools these mortals be Deathbed Confessions to unanswered questions My life’s playing like a Saturday matinee Hypnotic regression or celestial wrestling To see who gets my soul come judgment day Deathbed Confessions to unanswered questions My life’s playing like a Saturday matinee Hypnotic regression or celestial wrestling To see who gets my soul come judgment day

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