One dark afternoon
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Like a shadow I flew
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Through the rain
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That fell sick with lament
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To this house of incest
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For when we undressed
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Blasphemies against Venus were rent
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Though her sister removed
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Her wed body approved
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The parade of my heavenly quests
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Yet all tongues are not true
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Some are forked or askew
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Like an uncivil serpent's at best
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For ousted from Eden
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I Fausted all reason
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Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan
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To horned-fairy groves and hot virgin coves
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Where in the promiscuous swam
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I elected lovers - and rejected others
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Mephistresses that don't give a damn
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But in those that still do
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My deep interest grew
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The rise of the true Pentagram!
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Rise Of The Pentagram
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| Cradle Of Filth |
