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
[I. Benighted Like Usher] Snuffed tapers sighed As Death left impressing His crest of cold tears on the Countess Benighted like ill-fated Usher The
Sibilant and macabre, Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As she graced her window ledge An
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Would be tidings of rebirth Under cold stares
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
Lurking in the shade Of dark and fragrant trees Shirking from the rage That tore the heavens free A vagrant angel His with span to see The garden swell
The time has come to rise again Freedom, lift thy sewered hem Free from beasts and skewered me My dreams unroll ten thousand fold Their world will never
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood
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And there was war in heaven Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon And the Dragon fought and his angels and prevailed not Neither was their
Danse Danse Danse Macabre Danse Danse Danse Macabre Danse Danse Danse Macabre Danse! Oh King, your power has come to an end I wish to invite you
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication beloved by Set may the winds gather her together from the secrets