Of Dark Blood And Fucking (Stripped To The Bone Mix) Lyric Cradle of Filth LOVECRAFT AND WITCH HEARTS

Sister midnight comes blaspheming
Screaming in the keys of faith and
fear
Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling...
Spilling like the
moonlight on her glistening rear

Defiled at heart
In this perfect
hell
Under red leaves bleeding
Over scaled chateau we fell
To
demonocracy
Where neither Adam or Eve
Conceived of such iniquities
From
pleasure or pain
Or the razor's edge inbetween
Thou art my seventh heaven
burning
Going down as with the sun...

Within like a river fluids moves
a torrent
Bound to please
On denierred knees
In any wicked way
That
her whims may warrant

I hang on every verb
Every dirty
word
Interred
In her pornoglossa...

Christlike, whipped and
weak
Painted nails driven through the meek
Yet in obituary
My dreams
still weep
Of dark blood and fucking thee

Thou art seventh heaven
burning
Going down as with the day
Baring lunar curvature
Like canvas
for a lick of pain

Writhing like a viper
Deep inside her
Eden
Forbidden to eat
I kiss leylines to her feet
Then baiting
wrath
I steal a path
Back to the fruits of her womb

Back to the
crack of her tomb...

Her roseate sliver
Quivers with snuff
appeal
The torque of her hips
Lip-sync me in for the kill
Tongue-tied,
tightrope and spread like disease
I drain the cup of this Miss Sire
Her
water into wine for me

Thou art my seventh angel squirming
'Neath the
forked tongue of the beast
Arching toward the fabled
Like a sculptured
nymph seeking base relief...

Whilst the world outside
(A wood of
suicide)
Would die for this release
Our slow orgasmic fuses
greet...

By night and by candle
At each other's throat
In a slick
drift of red
Setting god's teeth on edge
We were as wolves preying inside
the fold
Of a slaughtered lamb throw
On a four poster
bed...

Succulent, Succubus

Laid without rest
In the dead of the
night
Succulent, Succubus

In thy arms
And thy wetness
On glossed
lips I taste
Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced
With thick unguent
rum
Black-rayed suns and Autumn
Always in season for our nightfall from
grace

Gorge upon my seed
Starved Persephone
Succulent,
Succubus
Succour me.
That I might keep
Thee with me in
Hades
Succulent, Succubus
Succour me


 

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