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Musical: Lestat
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What taste is this Upon my lips? A taste so sweet, what can that be? What is this scent upon the air That fills my lungs and comforts me? And whispers low, How does it feel To savor our such just revenge. To smell the fragrance you have lost? And drunkenly inhale his pain. Can it be Your countenance is stripped of all his dashing dare? And what of your bold confidence. Could it have drowned in your despair? And after all this time I wash my hands of your charade And celebrate your fall from grace, Preserve that sad look on your face And praise what God might manifest In spector beings such as us For vengeance that at last is mine And sweetly after all this time If you'll allow me to recall How my requests were swept aside, In every instance. I beseached you, I was shut out and denied
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