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| 3. Nemesis
Tonight is the night The empowering wind that draws breath from despite Roars 'neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight
Choirs ignite A swansong for Leda Deathknells for Troy Tragedy blooms from one act I am nemesis
Poured in my arms When my daughter's eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight
So strike up the skies The diction of thunder God-given rites No fiction can deafen the fact I am nemesis
Cowled in the utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world
The is no compromise No piped lament To stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war
Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I paralysed Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for
Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis
Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis Nemesis
Tonight is the night The city sweats fever, the filth in her womb Shifts like the season's unease at the hands of doom
Restless inside Her split underbelly Suitored with flies Martial bowels now contract I am nemesis
Poured in my arms When my daughter's eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight Never again Our enemies entertained I toy at the clasp of her chain And remember the fight
Cowled in utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world
There is no compromise No piped lament to stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war
Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I Palestined Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for
Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis
Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis
Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis
Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis
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| 4. Gabrielle
Foul snake despair Where once you darkened gardens Another coils there Where twice you sliced all hope from me And left these present scars An insane love now burns above The weft of incandescent stars
Hilt your dripping fangs that range Skywards to rend apart I might have sang of wings unchained But long before I locked my heart
For Gabrielle A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts Whose beauty fostered poets Whose laugh like silver belts Thawed your bitter winter from my path
Gabrielle
Foul snake despair Where once you peddled secrets Another spoils there With speech that sweetens drowning In deep lagoons of eyes And legs that begged apologies For lengths that mesmerised
Spare your hissing sentiments For her fee welts more than thine Though no malice she weans Just a palace of dreams Where windswept chambers pine
For Gabrielle Whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold Her rouge lips smack of dark blood Her name in whisper rolls Forever on my tongue Lest her memory dissolve
Gabrielle Oh, Gabrielle
Once crucified I would have died A thousand more times Just to feel her breath On my neck as a fervent lover To drown her sighs In floods of tears so well refined And blind from spying her In the arms of others
Gabrielle Gabrielle
Buried inside Where she's all but mine Save for those that dine Oh her, on her perfect carcass
Gabrielle Gabrielle
Foul snake despair Where once you wreaked my misery Another toils there For long lost Gabrielle Whose nightly spreading grin Persists in other faces By whom I'm slowly taken in
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| 5. Absinthe With Faust
Pour the emerald wine Into crystal glasses We will touch the divine Through kisses catharsis
Let us pitch to the seven-year itch Of the ultra-decadent To a tainted world and the painted girls That our fantasies spent
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams A toast to those most sacrilegious of days Where for every whim won One soon repays
We touched the stars That now laugh from afar At we, the damned The damned The damned The damned
We have spent our time Drenched in opulent splendour But when midnight chimes Will gilded souls surrender?
Let us drink on the giddying brink Of pools of excrement All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent
I remember the night as if it were engraved A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves To the shore from the moon and by her grace Came that erudite stranger That fucker
He was a predator, creditor cold Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll And all that glittered was not gold But we wanted everything And for it all, lost our souls
Come my friend, to fate let's raise Two finger shots at this our last soiree For tomorrow I fear Swoops all too deadly near This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate
We touched the stars That now laugh from afar At we, the damned The damned The damned The damned
He was a preditor, creditor, cold. Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered, was not gold. But we wanted everything, And for it all, lost our souls.
Our souls For it all lost our souls Our souls
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| 6. Nymphetamine (Overdose)
Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race When in despair, my darkest days Ran amok and forged her face From the fairest of handmaidens to A slick perverted wraith
Nymphetamine
Heaving midst narcissus On a maledict blanket of stars She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex
A lover hung on her death row I was hooked on her disease Highly strung like Cupid's bow Whose arrows hungered meat And the blinding flare of passion In the shade of narrow streets Where their poison never rationed All the tips they left in me
Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I'd met another kind
Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black Cataracts Wouldn't whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide
Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A 'V'' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt
Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days
Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine
Sunsetter Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine) None better Nymphetamine
Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I'd met another kind
Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind
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| 8. Medusa And Hemlock
Dim the lights, wrong the rites Toss the puerile cross away We are gashing from a venomous womb
Burning bright, dead of night Pyres stain a milky way Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon
In the Samhain mist We lay in welcome by the western gate With the five fold kiss For every soul returning From the fecund abyss Where nature's travesties congregate With a stone cold wish To see the wicker man burning
The wind, she whispers Through the graveyards of our hearts: Wreathed in dreams As she weaves her witchcraft We breathe, enamoured Of the conquering dark
Medusa and Hemlock
Harvest past, fires cast Ashen shades this Halloween We are set now to Beherit the earth
Widdershins, death begins To fashion fete to gallow scenes: Spirits rising to discredit rebirth
In the Samhain mist We lay in welcome by the western gate With the five fold kiss For every soul returning From the fecund abyss Where nature's travesties congregate With a stone cold wish To see the wicker man burning
The wind, she flitters Through the forest of our hearts: Wreathed in leaves As she weaves her witchcraft We breathe, enamoured Of the conquering dark
I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair Plot your face, then ascending marble stares You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair Tasting my blood That runs from worming tongue like prayer
Under pagan veneer snakes a fear That makes the stars Grieve, just to be Uncharted on this eve When part of me chars a path Through your heavenly constellations
Medusa and Hemlock
Back to black, hinges crack Rituals call obscenities Sheets of demons rush insanity skies
Tread the salt, the dead exult Preachers beg our clemency Seeking warmth in inhumanity's eyes
We who kept the candle by the vault
We who kept the candle on the cult
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| 9. Coffin Fodder
The time has come To rise again Freedom lift thy sewered hem Free from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul
The stars I have grasped Are so far lonely constellations And wishing on those stars My spirit bars annihilation
From earthen miseries Hosts of most fell forms of greed Ghosts of pearly gate remissions
Forever haunting me Slit the witch and watch him bleed As with any inquisition
Lying from the start The preachers piled their craft Scoffing elder glories And dying, I depart To make their sunken hearts A coffin for their stories
The time is past The falter when Freedom slips my sombre pen And the gates to wolves break open then
My feelings may Seem constant prey But claws no more will rake me Those whores have fled to darker days
Above and beyond I have wronged in my position But now the winds are strong To soar from Babel's vision
Of cutthroat jealousies Dock to dock these mongrels breed Dogs of fogged derision
Pacing, soon to be Back to pack mentality When my killing moon is risen
Trying from the start These creatures of the dark Were quaffing morning glories And dying, I depart To make their drunken hearts A coffin for their stories
Innovation in ovation Imagination stirs
Somewhere the dusk is lining Red the shore of a roaring sea And though loved there is someone pining For the waves of blood to run and rescue me:
The time has come To rise again Freedom lift thy sewered hem Free from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul
Their world will never break me They will never desecrate my soul
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| 10. English Fire
Seven brides serve me seven sins Seven seas writhe for me From Orient gates to R'lyeh Abydos to Thessaly And Sirens sing from stern But now I cease to play For I yearn to return To woodland ferns Where Herne and his wild huntress lay
Now the tidal are turning Spurning the darkness The great purgations of distinguished tours Are but stills in time To the thrill that I'm Once more Heading to the bedding Of her English shores
The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees And mists clung tight in panic to vales When Brigantia spoke her soul to me
From Imbolg to Bealtaine Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season's blent Together a chimerical beast
Now the tidal are turning Churning in darkness The celebrations of extinguished wars Are but stills in time To the chill that climbs Once more Dreading the red weddings On her English shores
Gone are the rustic summers of my youth Cruel winter cut their sacred throats With polished scythes that reap worldwide Pitch black skies and forest smoke
And the hosts that I saw there Drones of carrion law Drove the ghosts of my forbears To rove and rally once more
One of her sons from the vast far-flung Come home to rebuild The rampant line of the Leonine Risen over pestilent fields
Now the tidal are turning Burning in darkness The salvation of her hungry sword Shalt spill like wine From the hills to chines That pour Spreading her beheadings On these English shores
For the hosts that I saw there Drones of carrion law Drove the ghosts of my forbears To rove and rally once more
This is a waking for England From it's reticent doze This is a waking for England Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes
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| 11. Filthy Little Secret
There hides a secret Deeply twined inside of her mind A tried and confined egret That pines to fly south To this mouth of mine
Pity
Too long have these emotions Like potions, made me A sole castellan Trusted to keep The weight of oceans From her rusted gates of sleep
A dreaming angel Lying curled in the circles of Hell I must protect her Watch her back for any cracks to occur For in the witching hour She slips into the underworld A pearled Persephone Deflowered by the powers Hat around her Down her Whirl
Doomed to damn the rift Across the shifting abyss With her body and it's gift: My filthy little secret
I serve her slender hope To preserve mankind from old ghosts Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead Might be best for both
Pity
Too long have these emotions Like potions, made me A sole castellan Posted to keep Slow wheels in motion From the human race to beat
Without her there My nymphetamine with the faraway stare Thin walls would crumble Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs For in the dead of the night She spasms with orgasmic flare This reamed Demeter With Poseidons there inside her Too appeased to grieve our air
Doomed to dam the rift Across the shifting abyss With her body and it's gift: My filthy little secret
Forever sworn to keep it My filthy little secret
Pity
Too long this urchin princess Has incensed, made me A wanton felon Searching for the key To loose her harness And set desires lurching free
Without her there My nymphetamine with the faraway stare Thin walls would crumble Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lair But in her room at night I care not for the underworld Slathering and gathering emboldened Reichs To breach, to teach A dread thereafter
I would risk all this For one minute of bliss With her body and it's gift My filthy little secret
Forever sworn to keep it My filthy little secret
I know a deeper beauty shines Beyond the veil Her roots and creepers mine As the worms beneath rise
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| 12. Swansong For A Raven
Forgive the day's Last serenades Her skies they bruise like Nordic women Deep crimson stains That Death would claim His robes of office swim in
As would I For his dark eye Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe On charred remains With shared disdain For those I chose to mortify
Their cries Have paralysed And the smoke has choked these vistas But still I lie Though tears have died On the grave of my Clarissa
A verse for her whispered to the earth (A lover's curse is a see-through coffin) Praises her curves so oft concurred
Though she was: No Snow White on the night she died Her shadower's boon when the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and secrets pried
For on and in they spread her wide That seraph bride The Devil's pride Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise
But they would writhe For my dark eye Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's On Esther's reign And in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs
Their cries Have paralysed And the smoke has choked these vistas But still I lie Though tears have died On the grave of my Clarissa
Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry:
I was: No dark knight, breaking men like ice I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and last goodbyes
Now I dream Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion Where beauty streams Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come To tear out her spells In red lettered cells Wherein even the crown prince of Hell Come out of his arrogant shell Would falter to better
But her face soon dispels And as black feathers fell From heaven's smoke So I woke to insanity Her exquisite corpse Found fit for their sport Of course Would burn on the morrow with me:
And there on this night Strung up in my sight Naked she sways Displayed for their vulgar delight
I scream through my bars at the stars That for these crimes of mine solace me I will fear not the flames That to passion are tame Not nearly the same searing pain (I pray) As held sway upon losing her Nor the mettle of roars That will settle like ashes and scores As with our ghosts in the fog When we both turn no more
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| 13. Mother Of Abominations
[chant:] "Ia, ia, Cthulhu fhtagn." [From the Cthulhu Mythos by author H.P. Lovecraft]
Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide
Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black
Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves
Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack
Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk
The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield
Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves
Heaven's above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide
Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black
Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves
Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack
Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk
The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield
Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves
Heaven's above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:48 am | |
| 14. Nymphetamine (Fix)
[Bonus track]
Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt (Keeping Sodom at night at bay)
Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance out to the moon As we did in those golden days
Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine
Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl
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| 15. Bestial Lust
[Japanese bonus track]
[Bathory Cover]
She is open wide, She isn't hard to please She drives me fucking wild I want her on her knees She floats and insists I am hot and can't resist She suck me to the core (Now) I can't take no more
That Bitch She turns me to a beast Bestial lust (Come on) Bitch
Each tendon muscle rippling She drink my sove with greed She fuck my helpless body and she just raise the speed She let her wet tongue roll I gasp and can't control She is hot and drives me wild and still she is open wide
Just when this torture seems to end She is there to drain my sove again (Come on ride, to ride on me bitch)
Bestial Lust
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| 16. Devil Woman
[Special Edition Disc track]
[feat. King Diamond; Cliff Richard cover]
I've had nothing but bad luck Since the day I saw that cat at my door So I came into you sweet lady Answering your mystical call
Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes And I knew it was a spell she cast
She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you from behind
Give me the ring on your finger And let me see the lines on your hand I can see me a tall dark stranger Giving you what you hadn't planned
I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked in those big green eyes And I wondered what I came there for
She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you from behind, hind (Stay away, you cunt)
If you're out on a moonlit night Be careful of them neighbourhood strays Of a lady with long black hair Trying to win you with Nymphetamine ways
Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes You'd better get out of there fast
She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you
She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you
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| 17. Soft White Throat
[Special Edition Disc track]
A voyeur in league with the great thief night In an overthrow of woven light Slid in to rob the prayers She whispered to the air with thin deliberation
"Spare me from the wolves Clawing past my door Tear me from the ghouls That start to gnaw my fingers"
Following Her heart And every beat that spoke I kissed Her risen, naked Soft white throat
Soft white throat
Incense lit at perfection's feet Has never burnt so sickly sweet As the fragrance of Her breath When Her lips met death with such imagination
"Bear me to the moon The dour toll of bells Scare me with their boon Of Winter's bitter graveyards"
Swallowing Her fear I veered beneath Her coat Of soft white meat on Soft white throat
Crepuscular, the lust in Her Went supernova Setting maps aflame Before Her veins ran colder And muscular, the final thrust In Her spilled over... Covering Her back I saw an angel lift Her coma
I fell to eyes Of a bestial past That once, teaching grief through jaded pupils Now shone like celestial glass in Hell
And doused in the glow from Her parting gift Never there lay, with curves like snowdrifts A beauty so frozen in bliss... Slumped to warm the dead to a standing ovation
"Spare me from the wolves Clawing past my door Tear me from the ghouls That start to gnaw my fingers"
Following Her heart And every beat that spoke I kissed Her risen, naked Soft white throat
Crepuscular, the lust in Her Went supernova Setting maps aflame Before Her veins ran colder And muscular, the final thrust In Her spilled over... Smothering Her cracks I was the devil on Her shoulder
"Dear Lord I cry, before I die Grant me the taste of love One final time lest I should hide When seraph call me from above
And should remorse not stay my course From debt, addresses wept Will ask no more of you my Lord Save that my soul in Hell is kept"
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| 18. Bestial Lust (Bitch)
She is open wide She isn't hard to please She drives me fucking wild I want her on her knees She floats and insists I am hot and can't resist She suck me to the core I (now) can't take no more
That Bitch She turns me to a beast BESTIAL LUST (C'mon) Bitch
Each tendon muscle rippling She drink my sove with greed She fuck my helpless body and she just raise the speed She let her wet tongue roll I gasp and can't control She is hot and drives me wild and still she is open wide
Just when this torture seems to end She is there to drain my sove again (Come on ride, to ride on me bitch)
BESTIAL LUST
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| 19. Prey
Nightfall, in thrall I call her beauty to me Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite Shadows to wander through me Whose kiss glittered with sleep Is a thief come after dark To steal away the leaden wreaths From my cemetery heart
[Special Edition version:]
Nightfall, in thrall I call her beauty to me Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite Shadows to wander through me Whose kiss glittered with sleep Is a thief come after dark To steal away the leaden wreaths From my cemetery heart
Thrilled to see the light Bruise-reddened, silhouetting Murder sites As dusk attends her sons' blood wedding Spilt across the skies In reefs of omen Licking flames and pagan rites The night awaits with baited thighs
Start this artist darkness
Yearning now to start this Burning as an artist Turning on the darkness Dizzy looking up with pervertigo A sewer deity of recrement World below
I'll make you pray
I spy with wicked lips The cream of mortal kind Committing their sins Their penitent skins To the harems of my mind
Prey
Thrilled to breathe tonight The sultry air of graces Passed in flight Like birds of May with playful faces Fills me with delight Their crystal skirts Spun from stars, worn tight Wink of fists in wishful places
Start this artist darkness
Yearning now to start this Burning as an artist Turning on the darkness Dizzy looking up with pervertigo A sewer deity of recrement World below
I'll make you pray
My whims like smoke in summertime Writhe atop the blooms Committing their thin White Catholic limbs To the cloister in my room
You see I need To feed my dreams to order To be agreed With the beast in me That bleeds their borders
Prey
Nightfall, in thrall I call her beauty to me Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite Shadows to wander through me Whose kiss glittered with sleep Is a thief come after dark To steal away the leaden wreaths From my cemetery heart
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| 20. Nymphetamine (Deva-Fix)
[Special Edition Disc track]
Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A 'V'' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again?
Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt
Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days
Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the bind of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine
Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl
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| 21. Mr. Crowley
[Special Edition Disc track]
[Ozzy Osbourne cover]
Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head? Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead? Your life style to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic Yeah you waited on Satan's call
Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure? Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred Manifest on this Earth Conceived in the eye of a secret And then scattered the afterbirth Go
Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse? Oh, Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course Approaching a time that is classic I hear that mating call Approaching a time that is drastic Standing with their backs to the wall
Was it polemically sent? I want to know what you meant I want to know I want to know what you meant Go. | |
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| 2. Dirge Inferno
"Carrion my name For those who choose to mouth the curse A tragic serenade With Judas in my stride The Gothic halls of shame Where statues coldly hold no worse Than the murders I reclaim From a dark, forsaken time"
Kissing heaven, spent He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge Wishing to repent For the brute that ravaged free In slight hands beauty weeps Conquest's deep methodical screwing Hurt repeatedly Like the world wound at his feet
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow The past at last has come
A savage bit without respite Pervades the freezing air This winter chill, grist for his mill If tears of joy will blear elsewhere And church bells drown in the cracks of doom The storms above us hew As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues Deflowering two by two
Hissing, malcontent He storms the skies on electric discharge Pissing in contempt On the effigies of the weak Killing all resolve The great beast simmers, his scarlet women Spit their vitriol On the terrified face of peace
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow Our past at last has come
A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn Have locked to hasten blood The moon disrobes, to harden droves Of legions pouring These rivers press, his breath adorns Senates and enemy seats Whilst his power takes as ingratitude The writhing of the weak
"Wormwood my name The poisoned star that fell to earth And blistered free of shame In the pits of self-rebirth Now those caves become a Garret Overseeing endless barracks As the waters turn to claret And the Vatican satins burn" | |
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| 3. Tonight In Flames
"I will give to drink without cost, From the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this... And I will be his God... and he will be my son."
When contrary winds blow across the sands Their murmurs can be easily swayed But when storms quicken one cannot placate The howling of their murderous rages
Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand Beside our waiting graves As war roars about out precious land Seeking cause to subjugate
Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames
There is no fanaticism as virile as faith To the blind his words are clear "Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel! Assure your place in paradise here"
Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand Beside her tiny grave I will avenge her, do or damned Her sacred mother did the same
I went to see her dance one day In a play by a wailing wall Now she is gone But the song lives on Zealous and maniacal
The Eastern sword must fall
Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames
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| 4. Libertina Grimm
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade Wooed by Dresden serenades Her soundtrack now a bombing raid Bored of vaudeville
God was six days sober On the night that she was born To the glistening star of a bible class An icon now in religious porn She was Alice through the glory hole An ejaculate misconception Disney-esque, the high priestess Of greed and deepest dark deception
All best to bury whims For Miss Libertina Grimm
She, that little red riding crop Brer Werewold at her stocking tops Beneath the tightened leather strop Of the basque of the houndervilles
At the stroke of midnight come She polished verse and hearses In a poisonous pen dipped in omen To her surgeon full of general curses In the hand of morgue redeemers Though the dead always pleased her more Squatting in their coffins Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor
Tip your hats For sweet Libertina Grimm
Fantasy and candy stores Snow white and the seven straws Smoke and mirrors on all fours... Libertina Grimm
Her brothers grim, her sisters through The final dance will be the cue She amputates to fit the shoe Libertina Grimm
Libertina Grimm
Mystery kindled in a blackened room Nine candles lit to improve the gloom She sees the dark as she feels womb Full of hidden secrets They haunt her heart, those precious few Those Count Lestats and Betty Blues Those tortured souls just like me and you Full of hidden secrets
No, don't go Don't you leave me So alone Libertina No, don't you go Don't you leave me here So alone Where the dead are free to roam
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| 5. The Byronic Man
As lonely as a poet on the wall of Jericho Or the moon without the comfort of the stars I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul Is nothing but a split canopic jar
I proved it, improved it Drove a sonnet right through it And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips Pen-filled fingertips Which drew me, for through me Illuminati usually pissed But with words of some hurts worth I threw a party that extended God's list
Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me Reciting back the almanac of travesties
They call me bad Mad Caliban with manner Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto
Grown wild this child Whole harems defiled Faustina's and Mina's Lady Libertine and her sisters between her
What spread of lies arise when lovers die Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?
They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch Crow against the virgin snow
Grown colder, my shoulder Like a boulder beside her And bolder, not wiser My dark seed took up root inside he That mouldered, where older
Beddings would hold a passionate sigh But laudanum and soda Lord Numb coda Merited a forest of inherited spite
Fleeing grief for foreign maps I still played vampire aristocrat Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps
Then shooting swans in a gondola I tripped my foot on a fallen star And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar To let you know just who you fucking are
[Ville:] The patron saint of heartache You can't see my world is falling The world is falling down The patron saint of heartache Can't see the world is falling My world is falling down
[Dani and Ville:] Ever after, can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache Never craft a better bed of disaster... The patron saint of heartache
They call me bad Made Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto
They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Whereupon I tell them To go fuck their mothers As so... On my grave
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| 6. I Am The Thorn
The needle in the eye of the hurricane The poison in the font The nail in the coffin of the profane I am the lot
Maniacal the fire That weaves inside my should When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars My blood runs with the beasts Though no crescent, cross Or wandering star Shalt witness my defeat
Born of jackal in the Vatican To a loathsome flock I have crept behind the drapes And a wizard there is not Just a white flag blackened by Singing weapons that have led A faith that soon dominions over Desert kingdoms of the dead
I smell the fleur du malcontent The hellish stench Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn Tangled are the thickets That spare the virgin heart From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark
Mountaineers that strive so far For a Heaven grown from reach That love herself is fabled To be missing from their peaks Save in one sole tower Where the presence of a rod Stays the sleeping beauty From the prying fingers of the mob
I smell the fleur du malcontent The hellish stench Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn
I am the thorn
I am the Spear of Longinus The sword of Damocles Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus The hammer of the gods in the prophet's teeth
Saint Disgustus, President Evil Great white hopes of a shark-eyed people Light of the world now flicker and die
Impaled in the race, in the paling face Where forked tongues pricked the skies Choking on these words as I slither to their ear A lightning strikes their blinded mains
I am not the hand of god... I am the thorn
Territorial thieves Ever stealing thunder for religious causes I will bring you all down to your knees
And fuck you over
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| 7. Cemetery And Sundown
We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame
Cemetery and sundown
Against the flora of nightfall We gather like the fauna of war To cure Aurora so spiteful With her stake in the coming of dawn To conjure forth the past Those heady nights of pain resplendent In the service of the Goddess of Death When her sheets ran royalty red
Moon lengthen or crypt-kept silhouettes Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness
We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk's embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
Too long have we skulked like drifters In the cities of the neon sun Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters Mona Lisa's where the paint has run I miss our glorious past Our nightly flights on fear dependent Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine When the song bird broke her neck
Wolves howl their fogbound serenades Churches arch their backs with balustrades Praise be to the shedding of masquerades When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid Of the covenant made...
Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat There is murder in the thirst
Rich red vascular tapestries Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep In dreams where themes of bestiality Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep
Sermons hang a black gown Over cemetery and sundown
Now the clock is harrying midnight And the ghost of yet-to-come Will she show rewrites of dark delight Or the sewers we've overrun? I see a winter palace Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity's spirit As I threw her to it bled
We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame
We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk's embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide.
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| 8. Lovesick For Mina
One might see in Mina My disease But it was She who has infected me For all eternity...
As the sun slips the tearaway stars Into the scented scheme of night I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose Set upon a marbled dream of white So pure of thought like a Vestal statue Jewelled with a God-lent grace I was close to coming when she bid adieu Fuelled by heartache rent upon her face there
On Mina, obscener Thoughts obsess my days Oh Mina, obscener Thoughts possess me That I must now obey
They say the darkest hour Is that before the dawn When nothing in one's power Can dissipate the great forlorn Shadows of fire that haunt me Like risen whispers of her name
For dawn is a dusk Wherein needs must Erupt from the grave, aflame
Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leave of sin
Stepping through a mirror The princess of the emerald glass Brought me on sip nearer Love's infernal past...
They say Hell hath no furies Like a woman scorned by life When the Heavenly Judge and juries Participate to chain this wife With forced virtue, Her secret needs On warm we nights, with storm-wracked bites I gave her Eden after the flood
Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leaves of sin
Verona, Marishka, Aleera Brides of old and goddesses all Forgive my wishes to be always near her Forever or whenever seas recall
The Aphrodite from my embrace For as Mars (whom her lips placate) I tore these shores with wars of hatred Before our Paris wet his fate In Helen, one might find mistake In winning tragedy For all eternity...
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