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Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Of Dark Blood And Fucking

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Sister midnightcomes blasphemingScreaming in the keys of faith and fearUnentwining our spines twists me to kneeling...Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rearDefiled at heartIn this perfect hellUnder red leaves bleedingOver scaled chateau we fellTo demonocracyWhere neither Adam or EveConceived of such iniquitiesFrom pleasure or painOr the razor`s edge inbetweenThou art my seventh heaven burningGoing down as with the sun...Within like a river fluids moves a torrentBound to pleaseOn denierred kneesIn any wicked wayThat her whims may warrantI hang on every verbEvery dirty wordInterredIn her pornoglossa...Christlike, whipped and weakPainted nails driven through the meekYet in obituaryMy dreams still weepOf dark blood and f**king theeThou art seventh heaven burningGoing down as with the dayBaring lunar curvatureLike canvas for a lick of painWrithing like a viperDeep inside her EdenForbidden to eatI kiss leylines to her feetThen baiting wrathI steal a pathBack to the fruits of her wombBack to the crack of her tomb...Her roseate sliverQuivers with snuff appealThe torque of her hipsLip-sync me in for the killTongue-tied, tightrope and spread like diseaseI drain the cup of this Miss SireHer water into wine for meThou art my seventh angel squirming`Neath the forked tongue of the beastArching toward the fabledLike a sculptured nymph seeking base relief...Whilst the world outside(A wood of suicide)Would die for this releaseOur slow orgasmic fuses greet...By night and by candleAt each other`s throatIn a slick drift of redSetting god`s teeth on edgeWe were as wolves preying inside the foldOf a slaughtered lamb throwOn a four poster bed...Succulent, SuccubusLaid without restIn the dead of the nightSucculent, SuccubusIn thy armsAnd thy wetnessOn glossed lips I tasteConspiracies, secrecies, sorceries lacedWith thick unguent rumBlack-rayed suns and AutumnAlways in season for our nightfall from graceGorge upon my seedStarved PersephoneSucculent, SuccubusSuccour me.That I might keepThee with me in HadesSucculent, SuccubusSuccour me

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