The Feast of Fools, 1308
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As January slipped into the grip of winter
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A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate
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Amidst the flock, disease and dementia
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Night was blighted more than ever before
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With screams of lust and obscene adventure
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And scenes of raw debauch
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The darkness was aroused with every kiss
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And all who fell under it's spell
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Were one foul step from the abyss
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One foul step from the abyss
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Sacred village there in All Hallows Fair
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Feared the templars and their Queen
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For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare
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When she steered their tempestuous
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Fever-dreams
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The beast was loose and beauty party
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To the horrors of this sonorous whore
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A seducer, Medusa
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A frozen Hecate cloned
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Stealing seed, here needs were like a cancer
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Growing stronger with each whimpering dog
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knelt before her, thirteen necromancers
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Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity
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The darkness was aroused with every kiss
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And all who fell under its spell
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Were one foul step from the abyss
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One foul step from the abyss
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love was drugged by a copious vendor
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A train of servants for here decadent games
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Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour
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Vain Lilith spread her wings again
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Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation
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Lit the towers, their very presence declared
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They watch with lust, despair and veneration
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For the Goddess scatted naked there
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The painted eye of the storm
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Plagues of sin, played to win
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All hearts and souls in thrall
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to her embraced, her fatal whims
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Desire meant to conquer all
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Until that fateful day, 1308
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With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate
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Facing winter gray to disintegrate
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Once noble halls
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The villagers in a belligerent horde
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Fraught daughters fanning flames
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Rose like pillars for their militant Lord
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Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins
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They assailed the fort beyond the woods
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as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight
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Many lost their sanity at what they fought
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Amidst those walls, creed of dementia
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Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge
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Put to the sword, freed from their calenture
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The great estate was given straight to the church
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Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead
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But that she drank the blood of many men
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That dark night it was said
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One Foul Step From The Abyss
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Cradle Of Filth |