of love Doesn't hinder Men from doing what they please But just one Little answer Tells a victory from defeat Smile for me, my rose of tears You're
Lack of love Doesn't hinder Men from doing what they please But just one Little answer Tells a victory from defeat Smile for me, my rose of tears You
ma'am at rest; in the fallen arches of the brilliant silence, coloured at dawn, and twilit by the twittering of birds; in the moon shining down on the shrew on my step; at
etemal eclipse as my candle bums out, -And we must make the myths... Dark is the moon at harvest, the nightly mist approaches through the forlorned marshes, -Then darkness
we walk towards them searching for the sun And it's long and anxious hours with the wolf at the door Hugs and kisses when at last we see the dawn So
my naked flesh At the gates of teh ancient light Unblessed darkness burning still Frozen tears in frozen eyes Here I stand at the dawn of lies Lead
crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life? Red roses for the devil's whore Dark angels taste my tears And
With crimson sacrifice? So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life? Red roses for the devil's whore Dark angels taste my tears
yesterday Died at last with the rising of the revenant dark All sharpened claws and blunt discharge I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord Tearing at
the glorious battles won My dark Goddess provided Then treachery, a wingless beast Came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann From wounds
priests Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene And sought to savour Her as beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spams wrung" Ebon Nemesis
priests Whose lord fantasied on magdalene And sought to savour her as beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms wrung' Ebon nemesis
with its light As giant trees shed their tears before my path, soft colours of cool Autumn nights And I walk upon the thorns of roses spread along my
at last With the rising of the revenant dark All sharpened claws and blunt discharge "I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord Tearing at my carcass
the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from
With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil's whore.... Dark angels taste my tears
Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene And sought to savour Her as a beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms wrung" Ebon Nemesis,
