The Moon from Salome LIVE by Dendera Bloodbath

How good to see the moon, a little piece of money
A little silver flower cold and chaste
Possessing beauty of a virgin, she has never defiled herself
Abandoned herself to men like other goddesses
Princess with a yellow veil, white doves fly on feet of silver
She hides her face behind her fan
Little white dove hands, little white butterflies
Little white butterflies, narcissus trembling in the wind
Oh how strange the moon looks, a woman rising from the tomb
Bony hand covers with a shroud, she seeks only dead things
She is a madwoman and naked too, seeking everywhere for lovers
She reels through the clouds, a drunken fool
No, the moon is the moon and that is all

• Experimental
• darkwave
• electronic music
• harsh noise
• industrial
• noise
• Los Angeles