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Cradle Of Filth Darkly Darkly Venus Aversa

All mirrors lead to my palace My exotic pleasure temple Wherein my court is both Gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene For where pumps the true heart

surly grip on reason Yahweh, frankincense Satan, gold and murder Yahweh, frankincense Satan, gold and murder He is sly, bejeweled with sylph Slick limbs spread wide To guide you through the filth

From this harlot on a pedestal This scarlet woman scorned I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame The tribes of the moon, their luster improved A morbid aversion

angel's face To pool about the breasts That man minds have wondered on But only I caress And then I'm yours, the velvet crown Of Venus in my hands Fists

The feast of fools, 1308 As January slipped into the grip of winter A leather leash tightened 'Round the throat of fate, fate, fate, fate Amidst the

At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires

Mother's milk has soured My life's a bolted door And from it runs A trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant gifts for my encore Bouquets

: The world was her cloister, the abbess Duboir In the convent at All Hallows fair A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star Augmenting her sisterhoods

: At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of