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"Absinthe With Faust" (MP3)
Let us preach
To the seven-year reach
Of the ocean decadent.
Let us pitch
To the seven-year itch
Of the ultra-decadent.
"Achingly Beautiful"
She was a bacon pie
She was a flame, divine
"Babalon A.D. (So Glad For The Madness)"
And I'm a deserty Jew.
And as I threw Job.
"Babalon A.D. (So Glad For The Madness)"
I drove myself to a mountain ledge.
I drove myself to a martyred wretch.
"Beneath The Howling Stars"
Elizabeth
Free range, now a Countess.
Elizabeth
Free reigned, now a Countess.
"Beneath The Howling Stars"
Her breakfast in the park.
Her embers, tempered, roared.
"Beneath The Howling Stars"
Pon the old dongifer there.
Pon the awed throng gathered there.
"Beneath The Howling Stars"
Whom her reddend lips hold
A***!
Whom her reddened lips hold
Fast!
Flat kettle! Flat kettle!
Black metal! Black metal!
Whom her reddend lips hold
A*s!
Whom her reddened lips hold
Fast!
"Born In A Burial Gown"
Despised by her cross on the wall
Espied by her cross on the wall
"Born In A Burial Gown"
She would make Jesus
Blistered foot forward and bald.
She would take Jesus
Blest foot forward and all.
"Born In A Burial Gown"
She would make Jesus
Left foot forward and pull!
She would take Jesus
Blest foot forward and all.
"Born In A Burial Gown"
Sibilant and eating corn
Sibilant and macabre
It's good for any person who likes heavy metal/goth rock bands
"Cemetery and Sundown"
Symmetry and sundown
Cemetery and sundown
Freedom from the sewage head
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
I came from Tel Aviv
Of cutthroat jealousies
"Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids"
More. Horse. More.
More. Whore. More.
Now the tunnel of turkey
Now the tidal are turning
"From The Cradle To Enslave" (MP3)
I've seen her 17 years.
I see the serpentine in your eyes.
"Funeral in Carpathia"
Beauty slept and then I wept for what she wanted so.
Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul.
Lose your death
Choose your mouth.
Loose your shell
Shoot the mouth.
Someone likes Concubine.
or
Sodomite and Concubine
Sodomite's concubine
Someone likes pumpkin pie.
Sodomite and Concubine
The machine that gave me pie.
Between the sheets that keep me borne.
Glueded guts!!
Guilded c*nt!
"Her Ghost In The Fog" (MP3)
A queen of spew
A queen of snow
"Her Ghost In The Fog" (MP3)
And the midnight cramping of beans.
And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams.
"Her Ghost In The Fog" (MP3)
Josh Brown Town, woooo
Church bell tower key
"Her Ghost In The Fog" (MP3)
Preachers that kissed in gold mirrors.
Creatures that kissed in cold mirrors.
"Her Ghost In The Fog" (MP3)
She shadow waltzed and killed herself right in front of me.
She shone on watercolor of my pondlife as pearl.
"Her Ghost In The Fog" (MP3)
She was certainly possessed in a milky wine school
She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin.
"Her Ghost In The Fog" (MP3)
She was easily possessed of a milky white skin.
She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin.
"Her Ghost In The Fog" (MP3)
She was the hideous creature that kissed the goats beards
The Queen of Spew far beyond compare
The superstitious trees.
She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry.
"Her Ghost In The Fog" (MP3)
The breeze stank of sausage and camphor.
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor.
"Her Ghost In the Fog" (MP3)
She should have walked together from our very first bow.
She shone on watercolor of my pondlife as pearl.
She lost her taco.
She had not lost her touch.
Victims fell from their own lives.
Victims force-fed their own face.
"Malice Through The Looking Glass" (MP3)
I will answer thy prairs
But if I want bigger b***s.
I will answer thy prayers
If thou wouldst drink of my life.
Black is my heart, black is my heart
I am now possessed.
Black is my heart, black is my heart
I am Nemesis.
The addiction of Fanta
The diction of thunder
"No Time To Cry"
It's just like having sex.
It's just like Adam says.
Layed to the river
Where samurai waved
A bee of black scones
On we hoped to the grave
A true bred september
When skies fired pain
I begged your appeal now
A thought for the holy wands.
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones.
Six feet deep is a recession.
Six feet deep is the incision.
"Of Dark Blood And F***ing" (MP3)
There was the Seventh Heaven burning
Going donuts with the bay.
Thou art my Seventh Heaven burning
Going down as with the sun.
"One Foul Step from the Abyss"
The Lady Gaga
The storm
The painted eye of the storm
Hopes to make men cry
For familiar lips to lick them dry
I wish to burn with the Devil's Daughter.
I wished her back, but the dead adored her.
"Scorched Earth Erotica"
Thirteen thousand sacred vows
Foot in mouth of sacred cows
"Scorched Earth Erotica"
Thirteen, death of sacred cows.
Foot in mouth of sacred cows.
"Scorched Earth Erotica"
Where the tragic and amphibean fell
Where the tragic in theory and practice fell
"Suicide and Other Comforts"
(I) Washed my love in blood red flour.
Whilst my love, a blood red flower.
"Summer Dying Fast"
Southwest dining
Summer dying
"Summer Dying Fast"
Southwest dining
Summer dying
"Tearing The Veil From Grace" (MP3)
Like a leaf at Christmas
Like an aether-greased fist
"The Foetus of a New Day Kicking"
Did you wanna let her sister round.
Danger warning levels hissed out loud.
"The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh"
F*** Jesus!
The blood of Jesus
"Thirteen Autumns and a Widow" (MP3)
Her arm still spread between her legs.
Stigmata still wept between her legs.
"To Eve The Art Of Witchcraft"
Crawl in an awful ebony
Crawl in awful stealth to me
"Tortured Soul Asylum" (MP3)
I love the way Midian hides.
A labyrinth wherein Midian hides
"Tragic Kingdom"
Dressed in the press
Wicked witches of the west
Dressed in the best
Wicked britches of the West
"Tragic Kingdom"
Jim sat sipping absent
From a goblin maid of bone
Gilles sat sipping absinthe
From a goblet made of bone