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WORMWOOD

She is the fire in the coldest night
Bright enough to renew this heart, alight
This ballad was inked in blood just for her
I'm staked to the ground just waiting to burn

ONE
Her kiss is poison
TWO
This bliss is poison
THREE
I have fallen for Wormwood
FOUR
Tattooed with poison

She rapes the skies with her infernal grace
Spreading her arms for those she must embrace
Smitten by all but the devil may care
Lighting the way for ungodly warfare

ONE
Her kiss is poison
TWO
This bliss is poison
THREE
I have fallen for Wormwood
FOUR
Tattooed with poison
FIVE
Her song is poison
SIX
SIX
SIX
My beautiful Wormwood

She is God's most virtuous angel
Fallen from the cruel peaks of Heaven
Discarded like scraps from His table
To find her way home to the Devil

ONE
Her kiss is poison
TWO
This bliss is poison
THREE
I have fallen for Wormwood
FOUR
Tattooed with poison
FIVE
Her song is poison
SIX
SIX
SIX
My beautiful Wormwood

Let me now behold your most bitter smile
Chimeric creation of grace and vile
Demented in my arms, necrotic rose
Promising pleasures from those deep below

She is God's most virtuous angel
Fallen from the cruel peaks of Heaven
Discarded like scraps from His table
To find her way home to the Devil

ONE
Her kiss is poison
TWO
This bliss is poison
THREE
I have fallen for Wormwood
FOUR
Tattooed with poison
FIVE
Her song is poison
SIX
SIX
SIX
My beautiful Wormwood