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Cradle Of Filth Total Fucking Darkness Demo

: Thrill, kill the black cult Walk among the weak by night Affliction... Deep as any burial Take their worthless lives...

: Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved faith The gardens swim

Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved faith The gardens swim

more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark

into me No church shall bar our paths Seductive evil drink... your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms Where scorn is fed in the blackest fucking