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THY MAIDEN IS DEATH

Exquisite torture awaits the disciple
Of cruelest form of gut wrenching bibles
Dedicated to scorn�s most beautiful wyrm
She drags the chains in the most violent storms

She teases the flesh, the loins
The lioness caress
And hunts at night, in spite
Of my cold carcass
Bitter fool moon, in irons
Thy maiden is death
Lick the blood from her breasts

Her porcelain skin
Self mutilated
Her name is Sin
I�m desecrated
Wolves are at my door
Rhymes that I abhor
Heartstrings are severed
Forevermore

Dominate martyrs dying in entropy
Chrysalis long abandoned larva simply
Decay away in hymns are long since lost
To the sands of time and such insipid hosts

She kisses the meat, purloined
In throes of my defeat
By the light of day, engraved
With spells of deceit
Eclipse the sun �neath the soil
Fair maiden of sin
The darkness and incest
Hold the doom �twixt her breasts

Her porcelain skin
Self mutilated
Her name is Sin
I�m desecrated
Wolves are at my door
Rhymes that I abhor
Heartstrings are severed
Forevermore

I offer unto you
A tomb with a view
They will tell our tale
From the pits of Hell
To the tragedy of Heaven
Spiraled from the moon

Her ascendancy
Raised in infamy
Lament of descent
Who shall invent
A brand new curse for her treason
Tarnished lavishly?

A murder underneath a cloud of ravens
Where she wept for the loss of godless havens
Reserve me a spot to worship whispered knaves
Drain me on the altar of lost winter graves

Her porcelain skin
Self mutilated
Her name is Sin
I�m desecrated
Wolves are at my door
Rhymes that I abhor
Heartstrings are severed
Forevermore

She sits on the throne, adorned
With chrome and dragon bones
By the fire, pyres
Burn in graveyard stones
Choking on her ashes borne
Thy maiden is cold
Eternal, so deathless
Stab thy hope �tween her breasts