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BURNING PHAGE OF BLASPHEMY
On the cusp of the winter moon waning upon the abysmal fathoms
Innocent blood sprayed like graffiti to sustain all spectres and phantoms
I have filled the cairns of so many with the ashes of eternity
And left true love scattered to the thirteen corners of the black gallery
Casting shadows from her haunted domain
Beneath charnel remains
Of Carpathian funerals in flames
Masses gather before the Raven Queen
In nightmares and dreams
A diorama of corpses and screams
Ragged with the vilest
Of sentiments possessed
The tell-tale sign of Hellbound blackened hearts
Under graveyard dirt
Not even Heaven can keep us apart
I never meant for you
To love this prophet of doom
Vilified and denied
And freewill suicide
Your lips taste of winter
Sliver of madness splinters
Malignant anthropophage
Our tragedy on the burning page
By our sacred reichs I have crossed my arms and hoped to die
Sacrifice myself in your arms tonight
The armada of ghosts
Escort me to your post
Walked through the ranks of the gothic parade
Gather ashen grey
Pay tribute to the shadows of Pompeii
Baptize me in abysmal disdain
Beneath carnal remains
Of Carpathian necrorgasmic flames
And the kiss bestowed by the Frozen Queen haunting all my passing fancies
Her spell drenched in Hell enchanted by Draconian necromancies
Where putrid flesh awaits another chance at the coils of mortality
Pulsating with the maggots inside the maws of carrion deities
I never meant for you
To love this prophet of doom
Vilified and denied
And freewill suicide
Your lips taste of winter
Sliver of madness splinters
Malignant anthropophage
Our tragedy on the burning page
And here, adhered to fear
The witching hour draws near
With words of infamy
And forsaken alchemy
I cannot wait to bring you to life
WITH BLASPHEMY
TO THE CHOIR OF DEAD CHILDREN
IN THE HALLS OF DESOLATION
ARISE FROM THE PITS OF HELL
CLOAKED IN DARKNESS AND
BLASPHEMY
I never meant for you
To love this prophet of doom
Vilified and denied
And freewill suicide
Your lips taste of winter
Sliver of madness splinters
Malignant anthropophage
Our tragedy on the burning page
I never meant for you
To love this prophet of doom
Vilified and denied
And freewill suicide
Your lips taste of winter
Sliver of madness splinters
Malignant infernal page
Our tragedy of the burning phage
OF BLASPHEMY
Innocent blood sprayed like graffiti to sustain all spectres and phantoms
I have filled the cairns of so many with the ashes of eternity
And left true love scattered to the thirteen corners of the black gallery
Casting shadows from her haunted domain
Beneath charnel remains
Of Carpathian funerals in flames
Masses gather before the Raven Queen
In nightmares and dreams
A diorama of corpses and screams
Ragged with the vilest
Of sentiments possessed
The tell-tale sign of Hellbound blackened hearts
Under graveyard dirt
Not even Heaven can keep us apart
I never meant for you
To love this prophet of doom
Vilified and denied
And freewill suicide
Your lips taste of winter
Sliver of madness splinters
Malignant anthropophage
Our tragedy on the burning page
By our sacred reichs I have crossed my arms and hoped to die
Sacrifice myself in your arms tonight
The armada of ghosts
Escort me to your post
Walked through the ranks of the gothic parade
Gather ashen grey
Pay tribute to the shadows of Pompeii
Baptize me in abysmal disdain
Beneath carnal remains
Of Carpathian necrorgasmic flames
And the kiss bestowed by the Frozen Queen haunting all my passing fancies
Her spell drenched in Hell enchanted by Draconian necromancies
Where putrid flesh awaits another chance at the coils of mortality
Pulsating with the maggots inside the maws of carrion deities
I never meant for you
To love this prophet of doom
Vilified and denied
And freewill suicide
Your lips taste of winter
Sliver of madness splinters
Malignant anthropophage
Our tragedy on the burning page
And here, adhered to fear
The witching hour draws near
With words of infamy
And forsaken alchemy
I cannot wait to bring you to life
WITH BLASPHEMY
TO THE CHOIR OF DEAD CHILDREN
IN THE HALLS OF DESOLATION
ARISE FROM THE PITS OF HELL
CLOAKED IN DARKNESS AND
BLASPHEMY
I never meant for you
To love this prophet of doom
Vilified and denied
And freewill suicide
Your lips taste of winter
Sliver of madness splinters
Malignant anthropophage
Our tragedy on the burning page
I never meant for you
To love this prophet of doom
Vilified and denied
And freewill suicide
Your lips taste of winter
Sliver of madness splinters
Malignant infernal page
Our tragedy of the burning phage
OF BLASPHEMY
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