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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Song: | cradle of filth-rise of the pentagram |
Album: | Thornography | Genres: | 9 |
Year: | | Length: | 422 sec |
Lyricist: 10
Lyrics:
One dark afternoon Like a shadow I flew Through the rain that fell sick with lament
To this house of incest, For when we undressed Blasphemies against Venus were rent
Though a sister removed Her white body approved The parade of my heavenly quests
Yet, all tongues are not true, Some are forked or askew Like an uncivil serpents at best
For ousted from Eden I Fausted all reason Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan
To haunt fairy groves And hot virgin coves Wherein the promiscuous swam
I elected lovers and rejected others Mephistresses that dont give a damn
But for those that still do My deep interest grew The rise of the true pentagram!
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