With the snow fallen thick
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And bonfires alit
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And shooting stars portents of rips
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I ascended to spur
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A mere glimpse or murmur
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From her precious celestial lips
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Be it sun to your moon
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Be it moon to your sun
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Together we promised to come
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With a turn of the screw
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And a slip of the tongue
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We eclipsed one another undone
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Through the mists, through the woods
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With the night-wraiths I¡¯ve stood
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Atop murderous peaks calling you
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On storm-lashed beachheads
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Where the fishermen dread
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The things your bewitchments accrue
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Those deep creatures bring
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Her cut diamond rings
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A girl with a pearl necklace her
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Advancing in fevers
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Tsunamis and myrrh
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Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?
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Or will she burn?
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She lights the skies
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Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean
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To spite her thighs
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That Lucifer snuck inside
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And with his pride
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Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen
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So paradise
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Could shine from out her skirts
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¡®I adorn myself at dusk
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With ornaments to close the noose
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A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell
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My body glows with lust
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Anaemic as the flag of truce
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I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell¡¯
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With every twist I cannot resist her
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Fertile female mind control
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This wanton witch, white-rapids sister
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To whom I pour my wine and soul
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And here we go again!
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From a corpse of black pews
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Where the moon was drawn through
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Like a sword through a Gordian knot
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She descended to me
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Claiming swift victory
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Over the heart I had near-soon forgot
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With every kiss this huntress whispered:
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¡®Yield to my sweet embrace
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One night of bliss.¡¯ I could not dismiss her
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Once her beauty shot me a darker face
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You mesmerise my soul Diana
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You mesmerise my soul
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Under Huntress Moon
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Cradle Of Filth |