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THE CUSP OF THE INFERNO AND BLASPHEMY
Her eidolon haunts me with screaming nightmares
Scouring the deep where angels fear to beware
The fate of celestial godless martyrs
Awash in hymns of true love and slaughter
Lovestruck Valentines nail their broken hearts to her door
Lamenting their woes to the Heavens that I abhor
Among the would-be suitors is but a clueless fool
I fail to grasp her heartstrings, frigid and cruel
Midnightmare masquerading profits of doom
Her Lovecraftian obsessions mirror possessions
Obscenities performed beneath bewitching moons
Morbidly desecrating troglodytes and cenobites
Ritual devilry came on dark sheltered tombs
Hellish rites in her hallowed name
Roses on a bed of the dearly dead
I spin the doomsday clock before the foot of her grave
Eternity passes with scorn every fucking day
Her likeness painted with warm blood and vanity
Cursed on the canvas and enthroned on pure tragedy
I twist in dreams at images of vestal sin
Damned from the start desiring dominating things
Her witchcraft worships the darkness and malice
When the dawn grows black with the cruelest of practice
Pinned to the pentagram with crucifixion nails
Grant me grandiose visions of the deepest pits of Hell
The shrine to her beauty resides in Laudanum skies
Betwixt our realities where love never dies
Midwinter marauding dead prophets of gloom
Her Draconian aggression sever oppressions
Decimating the weak at the demise of June
Her heart rests within the Reich of playwights and parasites
Where I left it to sleep in a chrysalis womb
Hellish rites in her hallowed name
Roses on a bed of the dearly dead
Please forgive my trespasses at the gates of pain
Long are the lists written in blood by our brother Cain
We will burn in embers of pure insanity
On the cusp of the inferno and blasphemy
i despise the hope whispered among vespers
for it dies in this heart every single night
when my phantasmorgasmic necrography
fails to thrive in my most abysmal delectation
without her i am so from black stygian shores
i will pursue the pleasures of torments galore
her haunting facade is but a mirage of smoke
sift through the ashes of another betrayal
Hellish rites in her hallowed name
Roses on a bed of the dearly dead
I spin the doomsday clock before the foot of her grave
Eternity passes with scorn every fucking day
Her likeness painted with warm blood and vanity
Cursed on the canvas and enthroned on pure tragedy
Hellish rites in her hallowed name
Roses on a bed of the dearly dead
Please forgive my trespasses at the gates of pain
Long are the lists written in blood by our brother Cain
We will burn in embers of pure insanity
On the cusp of the inferno and blasphemy
Scouring the deep where angels fear to beware
The fate of celestial godless martyrs
Awash in hymns of true love and slaughter
Lovestruck Valentines nail their broken hearts to her door
Lamenting their woes to the Heavens that I abhor
Among the would-be suitors is but a clueless fool
I fail to grasp her heartstrings, frigid and cruel
Midnightmare masquerading profits of doom
Her Lovecraftian obsessions mirror possessions
Obscenities performed beneath bewitching moons
Morbidly desecrating troglodytes and cenobites
Ritual devilry came on dark sheltered tombs
Hellish rites in her hallowed name
Roses on a bed of the dearly dead
I spin the doomsday clock before the foot of her grave
Eternity passes with scorn every fucking day
Her likeness painted with warm blood and vanity
Cursed on the canvas and enthroned on pure tragedy
I twist in dreams at images of vestal sin
Damned from the start desiring dominating things
Her witchcraft worships the darkness and malice
When the dawn grows black with the cruelest of practice
Pinned to the pentagram with crucifixion nails
Grant me grandiose visions of the deepest pits of Hell
The shrine to her beauty resides in Laudanum skies
Betwixt our realities where love never dies
Midwinter marauding dead prophets of gloom
Her Draconian aggression sever oppressions
Decimating the weak at the demise of June
Her heart rests within the Reich of playwights and parasites
Where I left it to sleep in a chrysalis womb
Hellish rites in her hallowed name
Roses on a bed of the dearly dead
Please forgive my trespasses at the gates of pain
Long are the lists written in blood by our brother Cain
We will burn in embers of pure insanity
On the cusp of the inferno and blasphemy
i despise the hope whispered among vespers
for it dies in this heart every single night
when my phantasmorgasmic necrography
fails to thrive in my most abysmal delectation
without her i am so from black stygian shores
i will pursue the pleasures of torments galore
her haunting facade is but a mirage of smoke
sift through the ashes of another betrayal
Hellish rites in her hallowed name
Roses on a bed of the dearly dead
I spin the doomsday clock before the foot of her grave
Eternity passes with scorn every fucking day
Her likeness painted with warm blood and vanity
Cursed on the canvas and enthroned on pure tragedy
Hellish rites in her hallowed name
Roses on a bed of the dearly dead
Please forgive my trespasses at the gates of pain
Long are the lists written in blood by our brother Cain
We will burn in embers of pure insanity
On the cusp of the inferno and blasphemy
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