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Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me...
I am assailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime
I shalt suffer the confessional mime
Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease
She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice
I
am
as
dusk
come
to
ravish
the
light
Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
I
will
answer
thy
prayers
If thou Wouldst drink of my life...
encroaching evening skies
die with such tragedy
and those interred in cold graves
dwell on pleasures to be...
in deep hysteria where our legend still breathes
through sweet death and thereafter
sweeping nightmares... shalt feed
- Album:
- Hammer of the Witches
- Total Fucking Darkness
- The Manticore and Other Horrors
- Evermore Darkly
- Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
- Thornography
- Nymphetamine
- Damnation And A Day
- Live Bait for the Dead
- Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
- Bitter Suites To Succubi
- Midian
- From The Cradle To Enslave
- Cruelty And The Beast
- Dusk... And Her Embrace
- The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
- Dusk & Her Embrace
- Vempire Or Dark Faerytales In Phallustein
- Vempire
- Miscellaneous