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Standing at the gates of Hell
Your house sits on Mount Hermon.
Drinking blood with me from a wine glass.
Sharing pain and suffering sip after sip.
Becoming one soul in that moment.
Fallen angels breaking free from bondage.
Seeing how far and fast we can fall,
once the chains were removed.
Black wings in a transfiguration.
Displaying the most magnificent sins.
Steeped in sorrow and sadness.
The Watchers, no longer just watching.
So seduced by mortal witches.
Seeing heaven as a prison.
Needing this never-ending strife.
That only a young witch can provide.
'Poisoning' the mind and body in sin.
Her bed is a dark abyss, always calling.
The kiss of an angel laid bare on flesh.
Unlike above, there are no sentinels here
She plays with your halo like a sex toy.
Dark phantasies are created in hell.
New sins created and written in bodily fluids.
Here you can caress your lover's pain.
And all the demons of her mind.
Her spells always involve your essence.
Passion is required, love is optional.
Screams in the night as the spell is cast.
And she becomes your beating heart.
Pentagrams burn in her eyes, inscribed
Her spells filling the angels with desire.
On her knees while bringing you to yours.
Still smiling with you on her lips, taking your hand.
Completing the spell you become condemned
Rhyming heaven and hell, burning verses
Moaning incantations of her pleasure
Joining the witch on this path of pain
We are definitely damned, this is heaven
A witches legs opening the gates to hell
On this left hand path, soul split in two.
Drinking deep of the witches brew.
Flames of passion light the way through...
Her darkness, intense passion, lust, and agony.
Pleasure bringing pain, and pain is more intense.
In the dark love is optional...
Drinking blood with me from a wine glass.
Sharing pain and suffering sip after sip.
Becoming one soul in that moment.
Fallen angels breaking free from bondage.
Seeing how far and fast we can fall,
once the chains were removed.
Black wings in a transfiguration.
Displaying the most magnificent sins.
Steeped in sorrow and sadness.
The Watchers, no longer just watching.
So seduced by mortal witches.
Seeing heaven as a prison.
Needing this never-ending strife.
That only a young witch can provide.
'Poisoning' the mind and body in sin.
Her bed is a dark abyss, always calling.
The kiss of an angel laid bare on flesh.
Unlike above, there are no sentinels here
She plays with your halo like a sex toy.
Dark phantasies are created in hell.
New sins created and written in bodily fluids.
Here you can caress your lover's pain.
And all the demons of her mind.
Her spells always involve your essence.
Passion is required, love is optional.
Screams in the night as the spell is cast.
And she becomes your beating heart.
Pentagrams burn in her eyes, inscribed
Her spells filling the angels with desire.
On her knees while bringing you to yours.
Still smiling with you on her lips, taking your hand.
Completing the spell you become condemned
Rhyming heaven and hell, burning verses
Moaning incantations of her pleasure
Joining the witch on this path of pain
We are definitely damned, this is heaven
A witches legs opening the gates to hell
On this left hand path, soul split in two.
Drinking deep of the witches brew.
Flames of passion light the way through...
Her darkness, intense passion, lust, and agony.
Pleasure bringing pain, and pain is more intense.
In the dark love is optional...
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