An Archangel in bondage
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Bediademed, souled
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With a murder of ravens
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But no less Astarte to behold
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Abandoned by Heaven
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To the dead, dark and past
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Cast Her dispersions
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On life's brittle glass
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And though Her eyes still held fire
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As stonewalls caged the beast
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'Gainst the lassitudes of Death
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She fought but fell to greet
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And midst lies in collusion
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She was martyred to teach
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That "Divinity and Lust
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Are forever forbidden to meet"
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But I swore that they would
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Before the veil could part our embrace
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Twixt Her cold, silent hips I kissed
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And promised Christendom in flames
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Gravid with madness
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Like a feculent dirge
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That obsesses the heart
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I am covened by words
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To avenge Her
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Ebon splendour
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And surrender
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My soul to the dead to achieve
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Prophecies of libidinous scourge
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Horripilation braying o'er carious herds
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Vexing nightmares
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And their weak prayers
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To a no one there
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To hinder Her decree
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To weed the world of their disease
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As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
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The meat that is their congregation
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How they plead to the skies
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But this is mere foreplay to war
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Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal
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Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest
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A psychophant, the despoiler of faith
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Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese
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For Her interred
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I tore a battle banner from His hide
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Splashed in red goetia
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Hues of Hell and deicide
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So came the night
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Its obsidian light
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Is a master whom disasters
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Suck upon like concubines
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And under black skirts
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That whisper of delight
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Darkseeds near fruition
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Darked deeds to marry mine
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"In Death's bed I have lain
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Paying lip-service to shame
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But for dreaming of thee I regain
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A reason to seek life again"
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Then we smite the divine
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For our true nature is sin
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To strip tender flesh from these swine
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Like the lick of carnivorous winds
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The breath of the storm that begins
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By forcing its Herod tongue in
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The womb of the holy virgin
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To taste of immaculate sin
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From temptation's peak we will see
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The world unfurled at last
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Now the wolves of time who stalk Mankind
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Shall be as one in grim repast
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Commemorating sickle moons
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The pack are poised to reap
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A scythe of white roses in bloom
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Whose twisted thorns will keep
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A crown upon a dead man
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Daylights crucified in sleep
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And lives that hide in scriptured lies
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To the memories of a scream
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And we shall dance amid the ruin
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As Adam and Evil
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Dizzy at the falling stars
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That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval
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If all must we damn for this moment
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Then it shall be so
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For our souls have crossed oceans of time
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To clasp one another more tightly
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Than Death could alone........
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As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl
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The talons of lust rake a clarion call
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To the lick of carnivorous winds
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The lick of carnivorous winds
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Gravid with madness
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Like a feculent dirge
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That obsesses the heart
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I am covened by words
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To avenge Her
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Ebon splendour
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And surrender
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My soul to the dead to achieve
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Prophecies of libidinous scourge
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Horripilation braying o'er carious herds
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Vexing nightmares
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And their weak prayers
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To a no one there
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To hinder Her decree
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To weed the world of their disease
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As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
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The meat that is their congregation
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For Her interred
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Splashed in red goetia
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Lustmord And Wargasm (The Lick Of Carnivorous Winds)
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| Cradle Of Filth |
