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Cradle Of Filth I Raped The Virgin Mary And Hung The Bastard Christ

breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze to learn from the dark and the voices between This

death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will

o'er her vision and voice "I am as dusk come to ravish the light" Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night "I will answer thy prayers"

christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will

god o'er her vision and voice "I am as dusk come to ravish the light" Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night "I will answer thy prayers

inside Love shall consume and bathe the Lady whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent in her dark, secret Eden and I will always