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Cradle Of Filth - Rise Of The Pentagram

16. 2. 2009

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 her sister removed, her wet body approved
The parade of my heavenly quests
Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew
Like an uncivil serpent's at best
For oustered from Eden I fausted all reason
Hook in mouth like saint Peter Pan
To haunt faery groves and hot virgin coves
Wherein the promiscuous swam
I elected lovers and rejected others
Mephistresses that don't give a damn...
But in those that still do my deep interest grew
The rise of the true pentagram!

 

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