The destroying genius of idols
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Will shroud the world with utter lies
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Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis
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Portraits have spoken their masters distress
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Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this
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Failing Enochian tapestries
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Depict the prince of fallen virtues
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In almost poetic rhapsody
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Masterbate to the sound of the knell
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The Patchetic stench of dying children
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Perhaps our fall is certain
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Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion
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Please put off your veil
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Your heart is blameless
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And I shudder for knowing it
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A hot May makes a fat churchyard
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And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy
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Her cry was the saddest of all earths sounds
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Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin
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Swept away by a moments sadness
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They say rage is a brief madness
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By way of the beloveds farewell
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Give back to nature what we first did take
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And monuments would slowly fill
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The agendas' of Kings and Queens
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In silence our faces bleed
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The holy voice torn away by the gale
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Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you
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Love is a game where both players cheat
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Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander
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Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil
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To have and to hold but death no longer parts
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Harlots and sluts, whores of our world
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Expose their stinking vaginas'
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Many who have no will of their own
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Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom
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Are you rich oh lord of vanity
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As you peddle your wears of cruelty
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Dressed up so you look the part
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So blind, it's ignorance you wear
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Quite brutal beyond belief
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Sores that weep their septic tears
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Dragged out through war torn lifetimes
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And death shall feast on us all
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The mills of God grind slowly
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The adorable light of that which is most divine
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The fascination of her shape
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With mansions of awe and splendour
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Elegant in simplicity
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So at last your faith rewards you
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Through fields enriched with pastel shade
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And fragrant lavenders soft to smell
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You laugh and drink wine of no great age
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Nature does scent the farthest shores
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Face to face your angelic host
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All hopes in you imperishably kept
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Is God your wish and all your dreams
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If your body is frail then yes by all means
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Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you
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Symhonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium
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| My Dying Bride |
