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All mirrors lead to my palace |
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My exotic pleasure temple |
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Wherein my court is both |
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Gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene |
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For where pumps the true heart of life |
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There too seeps corruption |
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And from this my new |
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Eden of nightshades |
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Black hen-bane, sphinxes |
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Opium and roses weaned on tears and blood |
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Will rise up like lust |
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And the shadow of my dark consort |
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Shalt extend himself |
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Across the face of the world |
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And hell will come with him |
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Part of the garden, her dark |
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EdenFed blood by poisoned fronds |
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My heart hardened in her wet season |
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Treading mud in her slough of despond |
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But only now |
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A path lies straight before me |
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The maze is ploughed half through with hate |
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Andpher crop is dripping red |
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Beyond eleventh hour |
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Her beauty and brute power |
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Grows stronger by the day |
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And with each rose that she deflowers |
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The longer her throes of madness stay |
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In her grip on shredded sheets |
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Once our fingertips had dug and clutched |
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She whispered dreadful things to me |
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She wanted war with |
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GodThe underdog baring sharpened teeth |
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With her armies raised from suffering |
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To ascend on jet black wings |
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She'd break off holy limbs |
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On the racks of her witch hunt |
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And crush the church beneath her heel |
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The Pope in homage to her cunt |
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A dark horse forcing nightmares |
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To wring submissive dry |
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A vampire madam batter-fang |
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With vicious streaks, a mile wide |
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Beyond eleventh hour |
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Her kiss has turned dismissive |
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Her glance holds slight contempt |
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Instead those eyes burn on the prize |
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Of fates she really likes to tempt |
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In her grip on shredded sheets |
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Gasping from conquered peaks of passion |
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She whispered dreadful things to me |
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She wanted war with |
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GodThe underdog baring sharpened teeth |
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With her armies raised from suffering |
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To ascend on jet black wings |
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She'd tear down mighty spires |
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Then rear them up anew |
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Orders forged to her desires |
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The eleventh hour nearly through |
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Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists |
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That cause all souls to stray |
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How to resist those seductive gifts |
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On the shore of her unholy ways? |
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She calls my name so softly |
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From deep banks of scented fog |
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I almost lose myself before it starts |
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But my spirit keeps its silence |
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As I drift across the lake |
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A glimpse of harem secrets |
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Now her velvet curtain parts |
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She is glaring like the moon |
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The wind dies down, eavesdropping |
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As I bow before her throne |
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And she descends to greet me |
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Like the royal bitch to which she's grown |
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Come closer, what have you to say? |
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Black cat got your tongue?"I am not your slaveNor are you my saviorBut Isaac, I'm the only oneI hold those cold deceiving eyesHer once hypnotic gazeAnd pledge eternal love then walk awayThunder seethes behind meDeath adjusts her favorite maskAnother lover smotheredBy her sanguinary darknessClasped in the garden, here you heardThis story blustered throughI asked her pardon, swore my wordI'd score her sweetmeats just like youFor only nowThe truth lies prone before meI couldn't leave her even if she stormedThe heavens as were promisedBeyond eleventh hourLilith, the abyss, the slithering mistsWill come for you this eveLustrous the cusp of her lingering trystBefore those fatal kisses bleedBeyond eleventh hourShe will make of you a playthingScant amusement for her bedAnd when naked flesh forgets to singShe'll take your ****ing soul insteadMidnight strikes, the candles sputterMuttering their reeking spellsI snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutterThese words, I speak are gates to hell |
