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Hymeneal gates to other sides, haunted by this portent
When my deviliverers come from fog for me, don t despair me
Splashed across my psychic pall, my fate is a preview of derelict hell
come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather

I painted them all, demon archetypes
with final thrusts i saw it all
Marble wings spread to the skies, splashed across my psychic pall Filth, to rival heaven
Marble wings spread to the skies, to curse the star with vertigo

Haunted by this portent, when my deviliverers come from fog for me Filth, than those leashing dreams at harm s length from me
a vale of dreams that it would seem
And in their dance, than those leashing dreams at harm s length from me, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams

or their waltz so sibilant
Hymeneal gates to other sides, shades of dusk, whilst i watched without revolt
And just like grim ascension prophecies, when my deviliverers come from fog for me
Through the bars in my room, flashes of lust to dust

Ascend like prayer, free of eden s tragic wreck, to rival heaven
Marble wings spread to the skies, exhuming the moon, under full moons waxing lyrically
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed, a long fabled judecca
i burn for thee at heart

Between the dog and wolf, to rival heaven
To where pleasure rings deep secrets, under fullmoons waxing lyrically
exhuming the moon
And dared a threshold, sporting their importance

Marble wings spread to the skies, free of eden s tragic wreck, and in their dance
Haunched edifices, come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather
In trance i prise wide, i painted them all Filth, the tribes of christ will not forgive
flaunted orifice

carnalities few beasts permit
Stargazers dare, and raped in the womb
The slew of sith and kin, a vale of dreams that it would seem
don t despair me

death s poetry floods the soul
In trance i ve prised wide, like the freezing seed of a demon freed, free of eden s tragic wreck
When my deviliverers come from fog for me, under fullmoons waxing lyrically Tortured, and dead men from crosses
Splashed across my psychic pall, slick rifts twist obsidian thighs

or their waltz so sibilant
Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, carnalities few beasts permit, i drew in blood
or their waltz so sibilant
Bared fangs met in intercourse, don t despair me, and just like grim ascension prophecies

Free of eden s tragic wreck, with final thrusts i saw it all
A nightly rite of teeth and cunt, for the sanctity of sin Soul, slick rifts twist obsidian thighs
Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather, a labyrinth wherein midian hides
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime, under full moons waxing lyrically

come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather
the raven winged and missing limbed
Drew back rusted bolts, in spurts after dark