Foul snake despair
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Where once you darkened gardens
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Another coils there
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Where twice you sliced all hope from me
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And left these present scars
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An insane love now burns above
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The weft of incandescent stars
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Hilt your dripping fangs that range
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Skywards to rend apart
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I might have sang of wings unchained
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But long before I locked my heart
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For Gabrielle
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A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts
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Whose beauty fostered poets
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Whose laugh like silver belts
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Thawed your bitter winter from my path
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Gabrielle
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Foul snake despair
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Where once you peddled secrets
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Another spoils there
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With speech that sweetens drowning
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In deep lagoons of eyes
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And legs that begged apologies
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For lengths that mesmerised
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Spare your hissing sentiments
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For her fee welts more than thine
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Though no malice she weans
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Just a palace of dreams
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Where windswept chambers pine
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For Gabrielle
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Whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold
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Her rouge lips smack of dark blood
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Her name in whisper rolls
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Forever on my tongue
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Lest her memory dissolve
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Gabrielle
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Oh, Gabrielle
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Once crucified
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I would have died
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A thousand more times
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Just to feel her breath
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On my neck as a fervent lover
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To drown her sighs
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In floods of tears so well refined
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And blind from spying her
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In the arms of others
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Gabrielle
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Gabrielle
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Buried inside
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Where she¡¯s all but mine
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Save for those that dine
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Oh her, on her perfect carcass
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Gabrielle
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Gabrielle
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Foul snake despair
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Where once you wreaked my misery
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Another toils there
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For long lost Gabrielle
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Whose nightly spreading grin
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Persists in other faces
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By whom I¡¯m slowly taken in
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Absinthe With Faust
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Pour the emerald wine
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Into crystal glasses
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We will touch the divine
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Through kisses catharsis
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Let us pitch to the seven-year itch
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Of the ultra-decadent
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To a tainted world and the painted girls
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That our fantasies spent
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Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
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Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams
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A toast to those most sacrilegious of days
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Where for every whim won
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One soon repays
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We touched the stars
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That now laugh from afar
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At we, the damned
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The damned
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The damned
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The damned
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We have spent our time
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Drenched in opulent splendour
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But when midnight chimes
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Will gilded souls surrender?
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Let us drink on the giddying brink
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Of pools of excrement
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All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz
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Mephistopheles lent
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I remember the night as if it were engraved
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A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves
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To the shore from the moon and by her grace
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Came that erudite stranger
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That fucker
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Come my friend, to fate let¡¯s raise
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Two finger shots at this our last soiree
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For tomorrow I fear
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Swoops all too deadly near
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This precipitous weir to Hell¡¯s high gate
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We touched the stars
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That now laugh from afar
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At we, the damned
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The damned
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The damned
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The damned
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Gabrielle
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| Cradle Of Filth |
