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Lyrics
a fire lay dying in the hearth, in the head
holy don thy veils, for more than fire lay dead
in the casket the virgins blue blood boiled red
as unmasked went the virtue as which she viciously fed
in the pews she sat somber and moral and grave
but now in the grave, she sits no longer a slave
where the lord gave up hope, the dark offered much
to turn the youthful devout into a ripe succubus
"o' reverend, be still," she came to him cloaked in the night
"pardon my dark robes, i've such aversion to light."
the savior hath warned that the flesh is weak,
but despite his past sermons, he dares't not speak
"young maiden, be still," she came in as the fire
and bore bone-white skin as the maiden perspired
innocence bleeding beneath erotic, jade eyes
as warm crimson come flowing from her thankless cold thighs
"be men, yea be mortal, and hence of ill demeanor
for my tongue is quick and my ecstasy meaner."
and with that she bore daggers under lips dark with fancy
turned her wicked seduction 'pon her creator and enemy
"o' heaven, be still", she seduced the sky
and drew lust from the angels and made the omnipotent cry
"o' lucifer, be still", she requested of her master
turn over thy crown and I'll turn tricks for your rapture
undead but still parched, at last she came unto me
and in heavenly sadism bestowed her gift upon me
when I arose the next eve for a bite
the truth hazed with dreams, try as I might
the scent of the dead, of the fair jezebel
who wore wings like an angel, but came straight from hell
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