Sibilant and macabre, Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As she graced her window ledge An
It's just a feeling, I get sometimes A feeling, sometimes And I get frightened, just like you I get frightened too, but it's (No, no, no) No time for
, all hail the serpentine's gift All hail, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse Black bibles I inscribed The words, 'Damnation throughout design' Seemed a bitter
Sunset, expect This to be your last with our vast return As death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts
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Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done On earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day our daily bread And
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene
I pace, alone, In a place for the dead Overcome by woe and here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh, sweet Mary Dressed in grief
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved by Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets
Thee I invoke, born less one All woman, pure predator Where in conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship Thou art
: [Backwards] Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so on earth. Give us this day our
: [by Sisters Of Mercy] It's just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it's... [
: Thee I invoke, bornless one all woman, pure predator wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou
: From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication beloved by Set may the winds gather her together from the secrets
: I pace, alone In a place for the dead Overcome by woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief
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: Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge -
: Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending