Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
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A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night
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A tragic yet magical fall from grace
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Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste
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Those whose long letters addressed to all saints
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Free shining souls torn from God's given Reich
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Defilled, reviled, exiled from sight
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And Hell knows we sought victory
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Chancing the leash
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But when bad die were cast
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We were cast down to die
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A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes
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So scholars might say we were blinded by pride
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Like the sin of Our Father
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Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived
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Regaining His sights for the storming of skies...
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And after descenturies have crawled, vilified
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Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives
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For eternity is a coprophagic
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Backward figure head
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Gorging on Her own bitter end
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And We have eaten shit
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Until we're close to addicts
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Now grime is running out
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For us to make amends
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To take what once was lost
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To exalt our throne above the stars of God
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"To throw our fuck into gates and guts
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Of a severed neverland
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Where we, the damned
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Once pleasured ran
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Like seamen from the phallus sea"
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Atrocious oceans must be crossed
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To exalt our throne above the stars of God
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The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs
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Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise...
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Throwing shades of war before like prophecy
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Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep
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...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken
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And when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learn
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She is not a natural blonde
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For the lower She goes the darker it grows
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An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan
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Fellated Satan
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Screams congeal in clotted pearl
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As He unfurls from aching hibernation
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Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra
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As lighting streaks with fire
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Black clouds that shroud the Earth
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Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories
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But now the Sun is loath to come
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The crescent moon is freed...
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Elated Satan
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The scimitar slash to the undergash
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Of Heaven too slight for penetration
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We strike as wolves from the thickening fog
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To exalt our throne ove the stars of God
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Lowly holy goats bare the brunt
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Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt
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Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells
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that smell of blessed cunt
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Like a convent where crosses rust
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From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun
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There where deeper needs are begged of lust
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And cess and less impress enough
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Obtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, Anger
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And Death's tunnel vision
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Bad thing in collision
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The locking of eyes and jagged antler
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Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams
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Feasting from throats of celestial theives
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And Hell knows we seek victory
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Now that we are unleashed
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To drive nails home of blind faith through those
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Who drove us from error to terror below
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Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies
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Tarred with red honey, the plaster
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Of many a spire that aspired to rise
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Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die...
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In the start like a cast
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In morality plays
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Our hearts wore a mask
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Of dead rooks in the rain
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The World was our cloister
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No prayer, bent in shame
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Our once lucent plumage
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Stung with horn withered grey...
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and away...
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As Aeons slew so we grew to myth
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Revenge accrued to a monolith
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Bursting through from our roofed abyss
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Like an aether greased fist
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Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed
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Our horror pours through the orifice
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Where once the spheres and archangels kissed
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Phallelujah!
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Fellated Satan
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His coming assails
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The Night In Gales
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That bewail turned tides
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That engulf their nation... fuckers!
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Now divintity is a worm ridden mouth
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In a darkened high house
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Overrun by disease
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So let the truth be wrung
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That the Banished Ones intent
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On reinstatement have won
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We breathe by virtue of their rot
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Now our souls exult above the stars of God
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Tearing The Veil From Grace
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Cradle Of Filth |