She slept in ecstasy
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In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies
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Freed from Christ's frigid regime
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And rigid nails...
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She was first in church
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To lick her lips and self-debased
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Each waking second felt like heaven
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In the scarlet One's embrace
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And at last, clear memories, aghast
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Relinquished their control
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All things held dear to the wretched past
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Coalesced within her soul
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Madness crept into her sight
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Though her sinful hair
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Spoke of nothing to the contrary
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Once dulled eyes leaped alive with life
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Her piece of broken mirror
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Barely recognised
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The worm was turning
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For her sat grinning Victoria
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Who, no three weeks ago
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Was flogged red to euphoria
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For her dour love of God
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And the ardour of his crows
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Cold cloisters kept the dead apart
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At the Retreat of the Sacred Heart
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She stepped in ecstasy
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Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies
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Freed into love's reacquainted dream
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And sudden gales...
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Night grew sultry late September
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A man came from the village
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Through the woods
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To help with harvest
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She was burning like the fields
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All her vows lay unfulfilled
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His name was Isaac, silent, blessed
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A mute whose tongue impressed her lately
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But now red skies darken
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The roonks lament
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Windswept maelstroms harken
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The approach of Lilith's
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Nightmare kingdom
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The woman in her astral dreams
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Became more vivid, livid, obscene
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Scatted on the throne of oayx blasphemies
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Emanating raw desire
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And the surging urge to scream
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Darkness crept into her face
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She stood erect
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And spook of riches and their whereabouts
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Finding in Isaac the need to place
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A hidden Templer necklace
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Lest the month run out
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For now stormed the vainglorious
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In her palace of mass delight
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Her power dawned victorious
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Victoria the key, her mind unfastened
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By flights of morbid fancy
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Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong
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Sweet seductions, peaked cruptions
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Spiking through impatient song
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Cold cloister kept the dead apart
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At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart
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The gate to hell was forced apart
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At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart
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Retreat Of The Sacred Heart
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| Cradle Of Filth |
