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Honey And Sulphur lyrics
So potent, was the star under which I was born, That I have done what no one in the world has done, Nor can ever do.
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum
All saints day the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille s men
Bricqueville, Prelati, and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Brittle angels out to pasture once again
Torture garden rules of thumb apply (Torture garden rules of thumb apply) To sacred flesh and the naked eye (To sacred flesh and the naked eye) Golgothic this erotica (Golgothic this erotica) Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur.
So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom That the superstitious grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to.
Tiffauges It s roads now home to a beautiful stranger lifting her veil, Spinning her lies Tender Eyes Never-Ending Danger
It grows A rose that chose death for it s bedmunk Prickles in wait, thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup.
And though she walks the forest trails She s far from perrault s faerytales. She leads them down the path where darkness, dwells.
That night is rife with celebration, The tower sings With so much foul illumination, Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty Pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured, screams.
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum
Torture garden rules of thumb apply (Torture garden rules of thumb apply) To sacred flesh and the naked eye (To sacred flesh and the naked eye) Golgothic this erotica (Golgothic this erotica) Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur.
So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loop-garou. When Moonstruck Veins inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to.
Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim, sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saves but the devil made him
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum song lyrics
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