Ravishing the Harlequin - text
Dragging apocalypse into the moonlit wood,
Dreary dancing shadows laughing at her sorrow,
Destructing what is right by what has felt so good,
Determined to defile existence from tomorrow,
Dreary dancing shadows laughing at her sorrow,
Destructing what is right by what has felt so good,
Determined to defile existence from tomorrow,
Where the demons crept and Heaven's angels wept,
Atop the burning hills as their sacred blood spills,
A thousand years of war recalling through the lore,
Of a dying earth, forced into rebirth,
Atop the burning hills as their sacred blood spills,
A thousand years of war recalling through the lore,
Of a dying earth, forced into rebirth,
Ravishing the harlequin,
Beneath blackened skies and weathered trees,
She begs to bring the dawn again,
One screaming lust so bold to please,
Ravishing the pale again,
Spewing her mind into the flames,
Desire raping innocence,
"Dear God wake if you can hear my plea"
Beneath blackened skies and weathered trees,
She begs to bring the dawn again,
One screaming lust so bold to please,
Ravishing the pale again,
Spewing her mind into the flames,
Desire raping innocence,
"Dear God wake if you can hear my plea"
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"To the only one who knows,
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows,
To the only one who knows,
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows,
Take me away to the gates of Heaven forever,"
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows,
To the only one who knows,
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows,
Take me away to the gates of Heaven forever,"
Wake up, open your eyes, remember the pain,
Of these fingernails twisting further into your spine,
Your only heroes are those that I have slain,
A sacriligious thrust and your rotting body is mine,
Of these fingernails twisting further into your spine,
Your only heroes are those that I have slain,
A sacriligious thrust and your rotting body is mine,
Where the demons crept and Heaven's angels wept,
Atop the burning hills as their sacred blood spills,
A thousand years of war recalling through the lore,
Of a dying earth, forced into rebirth,
Atop the burning hills as their sacred blood spills,
A thousand years of war recalling through the lore,
Of a dying earth, forced into rebirth,
Ravishing the harlequin,
Beneath blackened skies and weathered trees,
She begs to bring the dawn again,
One screaming lust so bold to please,
Ravishing the pale again,
Spewing her mind into the flames,
Desire raping innocence,
"Dear God wake if you can hear my plea"
Beneath blackened skies and weathered trees,
She begs to bring the dawn again,
One screaming lust so bold to please,
Ravishing the pale again,
Spewing her mind into the flames,
Desire raping innocence,
"Dear God wake if you can hear my plea"
"To the only one who knows,
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows,
To the only one who knows,
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows..."
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows,
To the only one who knows,
Where the blooded wormwood grows,
Neath a vibrant moon that glows..."
Reklama
