Текст песни Rise of the Pentagram - Cradle of Filth
One
dark
afternoon
Like
a
shadow
I
flew
Through
the
rain
that
fell
sick
with
lament
To
this
house
of
incest
For
when
we
undressed
Blasphemies
against
Venus
were
rent
Though
a
sister
removed
Her
white
body
approved
The
parade
of
my
heavenly
quests
Yet,
all
tongues
are
not
true
Some
are
forked
or
askew
Like
an
uncivil
serpent's
at
best
For
ousted
from
Eden
I
fausted
all
reason
In
mouth
like
Saint
Peter
Pan
To
haunt
fairy
groves
And
hot
virgin
coves
Where
in
the
promiscuous
swam
I
elected
lovers
and
rejected
others
Mathistrisses
that
don't
give
a
damn
But
for
those
that
still
do
My
deep
interest
grew
The
rise
of
the
true
pentagram!
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