Just drown in the fathomless night When thou wake up smell the buried dead And feel that pain inside thy mind What I felt when I burnt in our filthy bed That should be our graven bliss When death stares upon the crucifix Drink the wine and suck my blood Cut my veins and pour thy heart
There Would be only the end For thee and thy thought An empty grave, a distorted wedding Wouldn't have to laugh When a dark hatred soul Rises from the sulphyd hell to indulge My wishes to thy death and now more To the setting in of redding
"Cold inside Whispering Bride Daughter of Night Should give me the light"
Enticier velvet dreaming cunt Spellboud me into misery On the violent night Of a trailor nun Who can't believe In eternity who saw the light In devouring, bleeding evil see
She knows all process of humiliate Esteems the hate from all vagabond human beings
A dreaming sense devoid of her hate Pledges herself to the naked bleeding What utters trusty the heroic, offensive words Dissolves all connections with her intellect Postponement characterizes her declined soul And creeping in her eyes A falling human size
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