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inquisition outs When the Sun goes out our powers Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel As they have for countless lustrum In dark Midian accustoned
Come distortured artists bitter things seek meaning Even if they're madness to behold Once forbears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming Now nightmares
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart And the mid-nightmare
Care for a little necrophilia I was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the
"Archangel, Dark Angel Lend me thy light Through death's veil Till we have Heaven in sight!" "Archangel, Dark Angel Lend me thy light Through death's
So scholars might say we were blinded by pride Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind) Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived Regaining His
vertigo And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to darker sides A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies Midian
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Översättning: Cradle Of Filth. At The Gates Of Midjan.
: Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies, their unforgotten violence, remember those who died. And as my flesh is put to fire
vertigo And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to darker sides A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies Midian
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: Come distortured artists Bitter things seek meaning Even if they're madness to behold Once forbears to horizons Where the dead stayed dreaming Now
: "The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare
: I was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick
