Sister midnight comes blaspheming
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Screaming in the keys of faith and fear
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Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling...
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Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear
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Defiled at heart
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In this perfect hell
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Under red leaves bleeding
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Over scaled chateau we fell
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To demonocracy
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Where neither Adam or Eve
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Conceived of such iniquities
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From pleasure or pain
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Or the razor's edge inbetween
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Thou art my seventh heaven burning
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Going down as with the sun...
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Within like a river fluids moves a torrent
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Bound to please
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On denierred knees
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In any wicked way
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That her whims may warrant
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I hang on every verb
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Every dirty word
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Interred
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In her pornoglossa...
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Christlike, whipped and weak
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Painted nails driven through the meek
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Yet in obituary
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My dreams still weep
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Of dark blood and fucking thee
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Thou art seventh heaven burning
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Going down as with the day
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Baring lunar curvature
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Like canvas for a lick of pain
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Writhing like a viper
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Deep inside her Eden
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Forbidden to eat
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I kiss leylines to her feet
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Then baiting wrath
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I steal a path
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Back to the fruits of her womb
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Back to the crack of her tomb...
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Her roseate sliver
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Quivers with snuff appeal
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The torque of her hips
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Lip-sync me in for the kill
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Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease
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I drain the cup of this Miss Sire
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Her water into wine for me
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Thou art my seventh angel squirming
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'Neath the forked tongue of the beast
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Arching toward the fabled
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Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief...
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Whilst the world outside
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(A wood of suicide)
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Would die for this release
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Our slow orgasmic fuses greet...
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By night and by candle
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At each other's throat
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In a slick drift of red
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Setting god's teeth on edge
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We were as wolves preying inside the fold
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Of a slaughtered lamb throw
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On a four poster bed...
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Succulent, Succubus
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Laid without rest
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In the dead of the night
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Succulent, Succubus
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In thy arms
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And thy wetness
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On glossed lips I taste
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Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced
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With thick unguent rum
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Black-rayed suns and Autumn
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Always in season for our nightfall from grace
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Gorge upon my seed
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Starved Persephone
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Succulent, Succubus
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Succour me.
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That I might keep
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Thee with me in Hades
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Succulent, Succubus
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Succour me
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Of Dark Blood And Fucking (Stripped To The Bone Mix)
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| Cradle Of Filth |
