Lirik Lagu Dark With Blood And Fucking - Cradle Of Filth
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Sister midnight comes blasphemingScreaming in the keys of faith and fearUnentweining our spines twists me to kneeling...Spilling like the moonlight on her glistering rear
Defiled at heartIn this perfect hellUnder red leaves bleedingOver sealed chatéau we fellTo demonocracyWhere neither Adam or EveConceived of such iniquitesFrom pleasure or painOr the razor´s edge in between
Thou art my seventh heaven burningGoing down as with the sun...
Writhing like a riverfluids moves a torrentBound to pleaseOn denierred kneesIn any wicked wayThat her whims may warrant
I hang on every verbEvery dirty wordInterredIn her pornoglossa...
Christlike, whipped and weakPainted nails driven through the meekYet in obituaryMy dreams still weepOf dark blood and fucking thee
Thou art my seventh heaven burningGoing down as with the dayBaring lunar curvatureLike canvas for a lick of pain
Writhing like a viperDeep inside her EdenForbidden to eatI kiss leylines to her feetThen baithing wrathI steal a pathBack to the fruits of her womb
Back to the crack of her tomb...
Her roseate sliverQuivers with snuff appealThe torque of her hipsLip-syncs me in for the killTongue-tied, tightroped and spread like diseaseI drain the cup of this Miss SireHer waters into wine for me
Thou art my seventh angel squirming´Neath the forked tongue of the beastArching toward the fabledLike a sculptured nymph seeking base relief
Whilst the world outside(A wood of suicide)Would die for this releaseOur slow orgasmic fuses greet...
By night and by candleAt each other´s throatsIn a slick drift of redSetting god´s teeth on edgeWe were as wolves preying inside the foldOf a slaughtered lamb throwOn a four poster bed...
Defiled at heartIn this perfect hellUnder red leaves bleedingOver sealed chatéau we fellTo demonocracyWhere neither Adam or EveConceived of such iniquitesFrom pleasure or painOr the razor´s edge in between
Thou art my seventh heaven burningGoing down as with the sun...
Writhing like a riverfluids moves a torrentBound to pleaseOn denierred kneesIn any wicked wayThat her whims may warrant
I hang on every verbEvery dirty wordInterredIn her pornoglossa...
Christlike, whipped and weakPainted nails driven through the meekYet in obituaryMy dreams still weepOf dark blood and fucking thee
Thou art my seventh heaven burningGoing down as with the dayBaring lunar curvatureLike canvas for a lick of pain
Writhing like a viperDeep inside her EdenForbidden to eatI kiss leylines to her feetThen baithing wrathI steal a pathBack to the fruits of her womb
Back to the crack of her tomb...
Her roseate sliverQuivers with snuff appealThe torque of her hipsLip-syncs me in for the killTongue-tied, tightroped and spread like diseaseI drain the cup of this Miss SireHer waters into wine for me
Thou art my seventh angel squirming´Neath the forked tongue of the beastArching toward the fabledLike a sculptured nymph seeking base relief
Whilst the world outside(A wood of suicide)Would die for this releaseOur slow orgasmic fuses greet...
By night and by candleAt each other´s throatsIn a slick drift of redSetting god´s teeth on edgeWe were as wolves preying inside the foldOf a slaughtered lamb throwOn a four poster bed...
