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MOSHING WITH MEPHISTOPHELES

There's a lycan moon on the horizon
And the sound of demon wings on the breeze
Wrought iron pentagrams alive with flame
Splay you out on the altar of the game
In the gentle sway of corpses in the trees

Skeletal hands reach for you
And rip the skin from your bones
This Gothic estate booms
With the tempo of this song

Let's go and dance with the devil, I know you want to
Mosh to the beat of Mephistophelian dancers
I wear the masque of death for morbid celebrations
With those hellbound heartbreaks and lovely necromancers

There's a vampire offering a rose
Stitched together with rusted wire flair
Witch, sister are you Alice or Malice?
Will you drink from his crimson stained chalice
And kiss the tip of his throbbing athame snare?

Those lusting hands reach for you
Tear the bodice of your dress
My Gothic funeral
Becomes obsessed with your flesh

Let go of morality 'cause the devil wants you
Mosh to the beat of Mephistophelian dancers
And collect the bones for your morbid desecrations
With those hellbound heartbreaks and lovely necromancers

The scars will bleed for you

Let's go and dance with the devil, I know you want to
Give into your desires by the black wicked light
I wear the masque of death for morbid celebrations
The dearest departed cadence beats into the night

The stars will die for you

Be my nightmare
And I'll be your wet dream
Echo with the ravens' murder
And I'll make you scream

Let go of morality 'cause the devil wants you
Mosh to the beat of Mephistophelian dancers
And collect the bones for your morbid desecrations
With those hellbound heartbreaks and lovely necromancers

The scars will bleed for you

Let's go and dance with the devil, I know you want to
Give into your desires by the black wicked light
I wear the masque of death for morbid celebrations
The dearest departed cadence beats into the night

The stars will die for you

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(c) 2017 Frank Green