nymphetamine (deva-fix)
cradle of filth
on with hope to the grave
all through red september
like a thorn for the holy ones
would your dark nails of faith
be pushed through my veins again?
i'm a prayer for your loneliness
from the binds of your lowliness
the right slot for your sacred key
six feet deep is the incision
discolours all with tunnel vision
sick and weak from my condition
to her alone in full submission
and dance her to the moon
as we did in those golden days
mislaid in the burning hay
i am a prayer for your loneliness
from the bind of your holiness
the right slot for your sacred key
six feet deep is the incision
discolours all with tunnel vision
sick and weak from my condition
to her alone in full submission