of dark blood and fucking
Singer:cradle of filth
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
under red leaves bleeding
over scaled chateau we fell
where neither adam or eve
conceived of such iniquities
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
that her whims may warrant
in her pornoglossa. christlike
painted nails driven through the meek
of dark blood and f**king thee
thou art seventh heaven burning
going down as with the day
like canvas for a lick of pain
i kiss leylines to her feet
back to the fruits of her womb
back to the crack of her tomb. her roseate sliver
quivers with snuff appeal
lip-sync me in for the kill
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
would die for this release
our slow orgasmic fuses greet. by night and by candle
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
black-rayed suns and autumn
always in season for our nightfall from grace
succour me. that i might keep