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cradle of filth – lord abortion – live كلمات اغاني

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 sl!ck from the stabwounds in her

dub me lord abortion, the living dead
the bonesaw on the backseat
on this bitter night of giving head
a sharp rear entry, an exit in red
lump in the throat, on my cum choke
the k!lling joke worn thin with breath

i grew up on the sl_ts b_st_rd father beat blue
keepsake c_nts cut full out easing p_b_rty through

aah!
nostalgia grows
now times nine or ten
within this vice den called a soul
dying for resurrection
i dig deep to come again
the spasm of _rg_sm on a roll

i live the slow serrated rape
the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
victims force fed their own face
tear stains upon the drape
i should compare them
to a warm summer’s day
but to the letter, it is better
to lichen their names to a grave
counting my years on an abacus strung
with l_b__l rings and heartstrings undone

horrorscopes my diorama
a twelve part psychodrama
another chained i mean to harm her
inside as well as out
a perverts gasp inside the mask
i’m hard, blow my house of cards
all turn up death, her bleeding starts
in brute vermillion parts

now i slither through the hairline cracks
in sanity, best watch your back
possessed with levering h_ll’s gates wide
liberating knives to cut humanity slack

my ambition is to slay anon
a sinner in the hands of a dirty god
who lets me prey, a gilles de rais
of light where faith leads truth astray
i slit guts and free the moistest faeces
corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
v_g_n_l skin to later taste and m_st_rbate within

my heart was a wardrum beat
by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
when number thirteen fell in my lap
lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap
my appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
at the blurred edges or reason ’til i was fulfilled
whors d’oeuvres eaten, i tucked her into
a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades
she went out like the light in my mind
her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine
much was a flux, but the mouth once good for f_cks
came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch
i kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously
but when has one been able to best separate the three?
i know i’m sick as dahmer did, but this is what i do
aah, aah, ahh, i’ll let you sleep when i am
through

the suspect shadow sher they least
expect my burning grasp to reach
the stranglehold, the opened arms
seeking sweet meat with no holes barred

rainbows that my razors wrung
midst her screams and seams undone
sung at the top of punctured lungs
i bite my spiteful tongue
lest curses spat from primal lairs
freeze romance where angels, bare
are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
i weep, they merely stare
and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare

- cradle of filth

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