[00:00.41]Artist：cradle of filth
[00:01.47]Songs Title：lord abortion
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[01:05.44]I was born with a birthmark of cinders
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[01:08.81]Debris cast from the stars and Mother
[01:11.31]
[01:12.75]A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
[01:16.75]Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her
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[01:21.75]Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
[01:24.93]The bonesaw on the backseat
[01:26.68]On this bitter night of giving head
[01:28.43]
[01:29.68]A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
[01:32.31]
[01:33.18]Lump in the throat, on my cum choke
[01:36.25]The killing joke worn thin with breath
[01:38.56]
[01:42.53]I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
[01:45.40]
[01:50.21]Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through
[01:53.40]
[01:55.15]Aah!  Nostalgia grows
[01:57.40]
[01:58.03]Now times nine or ten
[01:59.96]Within this vice den called a soul
[02:02.65]Dying for resurrection
[02:04.84]I dig deep to come again
[02:06.84]The spasm of orgasm on a roll...
[02:09.09]
[02:10.72]I live the slow serrated rape
[02:12.90]The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
[02:15.40]Victims force fed thair own face
[02:17.15]Tear stains upon the drape
[02:18.46]
[02:24.11]I should compare them
[02:25.05]To a warm Summer's day
[02:26.17]But to the letter, it is better
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[02:32.73]To lichen their names to a grave
[02:34.05]Counting My years on an abacus strung
[02:35.36]With labial rings and heartstrings undone
[02:36.79]Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
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[02:40.11]The bonesaw on the backseat
[02:41.73]On this bitter night of giving head
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[02:44.73]A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
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[02:48.43]Lump in the throat, on My cum choke
[02:50.68]
[02:51.42]The killing joke worn thin with breath
[02:53.30]Horrorscopes My diorama
[02:55.54]A twelve part （so far） psychodrama
[02:57.24]Another chained I mean to harm Her
[02:58.93]Inside as well as out
[03:00.86]A perverts gasp inside the mask
[03:02.98]I'm hard, blow My house of cards
[03:04.98]All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
[03:07.30]In brute vermillion parts...
[03:08.80]
[03:25.50]Now I slither through the hairline cracks
[03:27.68]
[03:28.32]In sanity, best watch your back
[03:31.50]
[03:32.87]Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
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[03:36.01]Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack
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[03:56.50]My ambition is to slay anon
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[03:59.21]A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
[04:01.72]
[04:03.09]Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
[04:06.91]Of light where faith leads truth astray
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[04:11.10]I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces
[04:13.91]
[04:14.97]Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
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[04:18.84]Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
[04:21.40]
[04:22.22]Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within
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[04:41.47]My heart was a wardrum beat
[04:44.02]By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
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[04:49.58]When number thirteen fell in My lap
[04:52.64]Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
[04:56.77]My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
[05:00.89]At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
[05:03.52]
[05:04.83]Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
[05:08.08]A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
[05:11.46]
[05:12.21]She went out like the light in My mind
[05:16.08]Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
[05:19.52]
[05:20.83]Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for ****s
[05:23.58]Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
[05:26.77]
[05:27.89]I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
[05:30.27]
[05:31.45]But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
[05:34.89]
[05:36.21]I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
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[05:40.39]Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through...
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[06:18.94]The suspect shadow sher they least
[06:21.19]Expect My burning grasp to reach
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[06:27.38]The stranglehold, the opened arms
[06:29.57]Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred
[06:31.76]Rainbows that My razors wrung
[06:32.88]Midst Her screams and seams undone
[06:35.51]Sung at the top of punctured lungs
[06:37.19]I bite My spiteful tongue
[06:40.07]Lest curses spat from primal lairs
[06:42.13]Freeze romance where Angels, bare
[06:44.01]Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
[06:47.88]I weep, they merely stare...
[06:48.40]And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.