Led to the river Midsummer I wave A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave And through red September When skies fire-paved I begged you appear
"and the earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep..."
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered her mask to me The sublimest creature, the Gods, full of fire Would
Thrill, kill the black cult Walk among the weak by night Affliction... Deep as any burial Take their worthless lives...
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would
I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew
Pour the emerald wine Into crystal glasses We will touch the divine Through kissed catharsis Let us pitch to the seven-year itch Of the ultra-decadent
Her bouquets are wilted Too long has She slept Their cruel red mouths darkened To bowed silhouettes I saw in a new moon With Her scent on my breath But
Snuffed tapers sighed As Death left impressing His crest of cold tears on the Countess Benighted like ill-fated Usher The House of Bathory shrouded '
Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life Gnathic and Sapphic Needs begged gendercide Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt Of descrying
Oh, listen to them The children of the night What sweet music they make May dreams be brought That I might reach The gentle strains Of midnight speech
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In an age crucified by the nails of faith When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith Dared the abyss knowing
Death, spirit me away, my anguished soul doth strain On taut and twisted reins, yet, insatiate I remain Like a proud, unfallen star that dares thee from
[Incomprehensible] 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
All mirrors lead to my palace My exotic pleasure temple Wherein my court is both Gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene For where pumps the true heart
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumor grows until the enemy is slain Slight
