Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered her mask to me The sublimest creature, the Gods, full of fire Would
: Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved faith The gardens swim
: Thee I Invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thou art pale hecate Rising
: Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death
the lies...the jew...I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war the virgin raped shall seek to whore
: Black candles dance to an overture but I am drawn past their flickering lure to the breathing forest that surrounds the room where the vigilant trees
his god he may not walk for fear of falling foul to temptation where once faith stood her ground Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame cast the fetid virgin
: Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would
: A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts
: Pour submission into me No church shall bar our paths Seductive evil drink... your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms Where scorn is fed in
: Thrill, kill the black cult Walk among the weak by night Affliction... Deep as any burial Take their worthless lives...
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would
Thrill, kill the black cult Walk among the weak by night Affliction... Deep as any burial Take their worthless lives...
Pour submission into me No church shall bar our paths Seductive evil drink... your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms Where scorn is fed in the
Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved faith The gardens swim
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of
Thee I Invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thou art pale hecate Rising