Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
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Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
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A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
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Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed
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To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
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From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease
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Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
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Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
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(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
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Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born
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On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
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A tragedy crept to the name Bathory
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Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
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Grew so dark as this sylph
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None more cold in repose
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Yet Her beauty spun webs
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Round hearts a glance would betroth
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She feared the light
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So when She fell like a sinner to vice
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Under austere, puritanical rule
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She sacrificed...
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Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
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But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
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Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
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(And possessed of such delights)
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For ravens winged Her nightly flights
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Of erotica
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Half spurned from the pulpit
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Torments to occur
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Half learnt from the cabal of demons
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In Her
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Her walk went to voodoo
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To see Her own shadow adored
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At mass without flaw
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Though inwards She abhored
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Not Her coven of suitors
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But the stare of their Lord
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"I must avert mine eyes to hymns
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For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
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He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
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With Him undead for three long nights"
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Elizabeth listened
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No sermons intoned
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Dragged such guilt to Her door
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Tombed Her soul with such stone
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For She swore the Priest sighed
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When She knelt down to atone...
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She feared the light
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So when She fell
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Like a sinner to vice
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Under austere, puritanical rule
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She sacrificed
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Her decorum as chaste
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To this wolf of the cloth
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Pouncing to haunt
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Her confessional box
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Forgiveness would come
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When Her sins were washed off
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By rebaptism in white....
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The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
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'Pon the grave of Her innocence
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Her hidden face spat murder
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From a whisper to a scream
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All sleep seemed cursed
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In Faustian verse
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But there in orgiastic Hell
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No horrors were worse
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Than the mirrored revelation
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The She kissed the Devil's phallus
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By Her own decree...
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So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
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Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
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A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
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On winds without prayer
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Stigmata still wept between Her legs
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A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
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She sought the Sorceress
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Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair
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Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
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For the throat of Elizabeth
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Damnation won and urged the moon
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In soliloquy to gleam
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Twixt the trees in shafts
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To ghost a path
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Past the howl of buggered nymphs
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In the sodomite's grasp
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To the forest's vulva
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Where the witch scholared Her
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In even darker themes
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"Amongst philtres and melissas
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Midst the grease of strangled men
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And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen
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Elizabeth came to life again"
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And under lacerations of dawn She returned
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Like a flame unto a deathshead
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With a promise to burn
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Secrets brooded as She rode
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Through mist and marsh to where they showed
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Her castle walls wherein the restless
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Counted carrion crows
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She awoke from a fable to mourning
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Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
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Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
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Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
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The biblical prattled their mantras
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Hexes six-tripled their fees
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But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
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And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...
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Thirteen Autumns And A Widow
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Cradle Of Filth |