The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Sister midnight comes blaspheming
Screaming in the keys of faith and fear
Unentweining our spines twists me to kneeling...
Spilling like the moonlight on her glistering rear Defiled at heart
In this perfect hell
Under red leaves bleeding
Over sealed chatéau we fell
To demonocracy
Where neither Adam or Eve
Conceived of such iniquites
From pleasure or pain
Or the razor´s edge in between
Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the sun...
Writhing like a riverfluids moves a torrent
Bound to pleaseOn denierred knees
In any wicked way
That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb
Every dirty word
InterredIn her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak
Painted nails driven through the meek
Yet in obituary
My dreams still weep
Of dark blood and fucking thee
Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the day
Baring lunar curvature
Like canvas for a lick of pain
Writhing like a viper
Deep inside her Eden
Forbidden to eat
I kiss leylines to her feet
Then baithing wrath
I steal a path
Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb...
Her roseate sliverQuivers with snuff appeal
The torque of her hips
Lip-syncs me in for the kill
Tongue-tied, tightroped and spread like disease
I drain the cup of this Miss Sire
Her waters into wine for me
Thou art my seventh angel squirming´Neath the forked tongue of the beast
Arching toward the fabled
Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief
Whilst the world outside
(A wood of suicide)
Would die for this release
Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle
At each other´s throats
In a slick drift of red
Setting god´s teeth on edge
We were as wolves preying inside the fold
Of a slaughtered lamb throw
On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest
In the dead of the night
Succulent. Succubus In thy arms
And thy wetness
On glossed lips I taste
Conspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries laced
With thick unguent rum
Black-rayed suns and Autumn
Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed
Starved Persephone
Succulent. Succubus. Succour me That I might keep
Thee with me in Hades
Succulent. Succubus. Succour me
Screaming in the keys of faith and fear
Unentweining our spines twists me to kneeling...
Spilling like the moonlight on her glistering rear Defiled at heart
In this perfect hell
Under red leaves bleeding
Over sealed chatéau we fell
To demonocracy
Where neither Adam or Eve
Conceived of such iniquites
From pleasure or pain
Or the razor´s edge in between
Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the sun...
Writhing like a riverfluids moves a torrent
Bound to pleaseOn denierred knees
In any wicked way
That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb
Every dirty word
InterredIn her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak
Painted nails driven through the meek
Yet in obituary
My dreams still weep
Of dark blood and fucking thee
Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the day
Baring lunar curvature
Like canvas for a lick of pain
Writhing like a viper
Deep inside her Eden
Forbidden to eat
I kiss leylines to her feet
Then baithing wrath
I steal a path
Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb...
Her roseate sliverQuivers with snuff appeal
The torque of her hips
Lip-syncs me in for the kill
Tongue-tied, tightroped and spread like disease
I drain the cup of this Miss Sire
Her waters into wine for me
Thou art my seventh angel squirming´Neath the forked tongue of the beast
Arching toward the fabled
Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief
Whilst the world outside
(A wood of suicide)
Would die for this release
Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle
At each other´s throats
In a slick drift of red
Setting god´s teeth on edge
We were as wolves preying inside the fold
Of a slaughtered lamb throw
On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest
In the dead of the night
Succulent. Succubus In thy arms
And thy wetness
On glossed lips I taste
Conspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries laced
With thick unguent rum
Black-rayed suns and Autumn
Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed
Starved Persephone
Succulent. Succubus. Succour me That I might keep
Thee with me in Hades
Succulent. Succubus. Succour me
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
More Featured Meanings
Light Up The Sky
Van Halen
Van Halen
Mental Istid
Ebba Grön
Ebba Grön
This is one of my favorite songs. https://fnfgo.io
I Can't Go To Sleep
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
This song is written as the perspective of the boys in the street, as a whole, and what path they are going to choose as they get older and grow into men. (This is why the music video takes place in an orphanage.) The seen, and unseen collective suffering is imbedded in the boys’ mind, consciously or subconsciously, and is haunting them. Which path will the boys choose? Issac Hayes is the voice of reason, maybe God, the angel on his shoulder, or the voice of his forefathers from beyond the grave who can see the big picture and are pleading with the boys not to continue the violence and pattern of killing their brothers, but to rise above. The most beautiful song and has so many levels. Racism towards African Americans in America would not exist if everyone sat down and listened to this song and understood the history behind the words. The power, fear, pleading in RZA and Ghostface voices are genuine and powerful. Issac Hayes’ strong voice makes the perfect strong father figure, who is possibly from beyond the grave.
When We Were Young
Blink-182
Blink-182
This is a sequel to 2001's "Reckless Abandon", and features the band looking back on their clumsy youth fondly.
Page
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
There aren’t many things that’ll hurt more than giving love a chance against your better judgement only to have your heart crushed yet again. Ed Sheeran tells such a story on “Page.” On this track, he is devastated to have lost his lover and even more saddened by the feeling that he may never move on from this.
I can just imagine a million goths having sex to this song right now... (not a pretty thought is it?)
hmm then sick fuck dont imagine it.. unless of course.. you get off on the thought of other people fucking
I can't help it, it is lodged in my brain, now...
you like it dont you.. hmmmm
I fucking love it...
fucking faggot.
me too
Me three.
Down and dirty fucking sex.... getting into your lovers soul..... becoming one in the act of the fuck... that is what this means to me....
You've thought long and hard about that one, haven't you, Vampyre? I bet you have experience in that, riiiiiiiight???
SUCCULENT, SUCCUBUS! I love the lyrics in this song, they're probably the most creative ones about sex I've ever read. A lot of the metaphors are kind of Christian-ish, which is interesting.. lol.
Favorite lines: "Writhing like a viper deep inside her Eden, forbidden to eat"
"Christ-like, whipped and weak, painted nails driven through the meak"
"Thou art my seventh angel squirming 'neath the forked tongue of the beast" (this line is sexy hehe)
"Gorge upon my seed, starved Persephone!"
and last but not least, "Whilst the world outside (a wood of suicide) would die for this release, our slow orgasmic fuses greet..."
Fun song.