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Cradle Of Filth Lovecraft And Witch Hearts The Very Best Of Cradle Of Filth

rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Would be tidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near suicides cross their hearts And

hellhounds Hearts pounding loud Racing Heaven out of focus Under quicksilver clouds "God is maimed, come let us prey" To lunar deities that pave deadways Twixt the living and

flame, I gazed out Tapped into the fog and shared her pain When in her mind she sought his leave And begged forgiveness I splintered her coffin and

To the forest's vulva Where the witch scholared her in even darker themes {Amongst Philtres and Melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch