One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew Through the rain that fell sick with lament To this house of incest for when we undressed Blasphemies against Venus were rent Though her sister removed, her wet body approved The parade of my heavenly quests Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew Like an uncivil serpent's at best For oustered from Eden I fausted all reason
Hook in mouth like saint Peter Pan
[Cradle of Filth, Rise of the Pentagram lyrics and video on http://crocmusic.com/]
To haunt faery groves and hot virgin coves Wherein the promiscuous swam I elected lovers and rejected others Mephistresses that don't give a damn... But in those that still do my deep interest grew The rise of the true pentagram!
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