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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…