blood
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you open the door
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to
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into the bride's room
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it's
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the secret it's decay
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born
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from fleshe's deepest need
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rose upon my altar - i|m the rose on your altar
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until two fades into one and one is death god!
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as my fingers run through your thighs - I feel your fingers in my thighs
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smearing my seed over blood over death - smear your seed over me
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at midnight rutting bride
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reaching for blooms beyond the veil
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tell you my secret
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god died for fleshes need
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please come you shivering bride
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the devil must feast for lust of the dead
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lust slashes hate
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immaculation of dreams
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born from blood crying red
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can your hear the strike of azraels' wings
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as your man I'm gonna take you
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I'll possess you entirely
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musti, so gods will, cut your throat
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my dove and drink your blood
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and your twitching foaming death
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suck your entrails
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your bashful modesty
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your cries build a coffin of laughter and lust
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beneath my bleeding hands...
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rose on my altar
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until two fades into one and one is me
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god!
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The Blood On My Hands
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| Darkside |
