Crawl in awful stealth to me
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Forever a voyeur I've been
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Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon
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So she comes, unseen
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Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak
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The burning seed, is thrust in Eve
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and yearning keeps me, captive of desire
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Make me as a flower that grows
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forever in your throne
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that I might pollinate the world
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with darkness as your own
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Embrace me in spellbinding eyes
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the fire of life that never dies
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tear deeper through my paper wounds
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and never leave inside
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Love shall consume and bathe the Lady
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whom I worship and ride thereon
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She will greet me as a serpent
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in her dark, secret Eden
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and I will always want
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for her witchcraft is
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Desire... (Desire...)
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My soul is poisoned from within...
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I crawl with languid guilt to thee
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forever flushed in sin
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Lamia, latria I give
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my soul is poisoned from within
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Wisdom breeds, fecundity
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and her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire
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To Eve I cum...
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Sevenfold my passion wrought
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To ransack Eden, and to taste the whore
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I cling beyond her sabled court
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She is a gateway, to that darkness lost
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(Now dream...)
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I am the gentle stream
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that trickles through the summer glades
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of ever green peace
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there you will drink my stream
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and dream
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I will make my puppets dance
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The men will bow down before me
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To take my flesh as elusive thoughts
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of dark, unbridled love
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Oh, the fevered need for Her
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when greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire
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the all-consuming fire
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Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch
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the tree is plundered but I have the seed
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to be sown in thee
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To Eve The Art Of Witchcraft
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| Cradle Of Filth |
