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  • on Une Charogne (The Carcass) by Charles Baudelaire, on March 2, 2006
    Here's full version from "Immortal":

    Remember the sign we saw, my soul
    That beautiful, soft summer morning
    Round a turning in the path
    A disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones
    Its legs in the air like a woman in need
    Burning its wedding poisons
    Like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs
    I could hear it clearly with a long murmuring sound
    But I touch my body in vain to find the wound
    I am the vampire of my own heart
    One of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter
    Who can no longer smile

    Ceaselessly by my side moves the Demon
    He swims around me like impalpable air
    I swallow and feel it burn my lungs
    And fill them with eternal desire and guilt

    Moreover, it matters not that we discuss it
    Of your eyes, your green eyes
    Lakes of my soul tremble and vice versa
    My dreams in form of insanity
    To soothe those bitter commotions
    But all that it is not worth
    Of prodigy of your saliva
    It bites my soul, and it dizzies and
    Swirls it down, remorselessly
    Rolling it, fainting to the underworld

    I like this version more than above too.