O', my love
Burning cigarette
Kiss of the bitch
Naught is left

Dancing demons
Harrowing tales
O', days of yore
Angels harvest

O', I can see…
Hekate breath

Webs of mother, dear
(Ravens at the dawn)
Clinging to the hair, floating in the wind
(I pull the crescent moon)
Sobbing, euphoric tears
(Upon the cross, enchanted)
O', the flesh can be so clean
(Used up and washed in blood)

O', call of the wild wood
Cast upon beds of hemlock, bless
Whatever your teeth can catch
Lust of the skin, love of the flesh

Sweat that leaks from pores
Imprinted hands on thighs of whores
All good company
For the passion brings me peace

Webs of mother, dear
(Ravens at the dawn)
Clinging to the hair, floating in the wind
(I pull the crescent moon)
Sobbing, euphoric tears
(Upon the cross, enchanted)
O', the flesh can be so clean
(Used up and washed in blood)

Drink from the chalice
A serpent crawling near
Shadows embrace, cup their hands
Around your breasts and…calm…

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