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"This Night"



Tis none better than this night

As I gazed upon this pale moon

I watched autums end and winters begin for this night

I have a lust for you,of vampyric standards

I have waited in my cell of this heart for this night

I have seen wars collide and years passed for this night

Through the Red Spetember I fed upon the swans black blood

Deep crimson stains have flown for this night

I Danced with the Demons & Angels for this night

Six feet of death soak this night

I have Swam in the sea of sorrow for this night

I have Walked the valley of apathy for this night

I sworn and sold to the 5-pointed star for this night

I have envyed the rich and pityed the poor for this night

Deaths cold scythe has slain the orchirds for this night

Betrayal and Trust Heaven & Hell for this night

I have slain the very gods themselfs for this night

Blood has been shed on this winternights snow

I have found thy and am at bliss on this night

I have drunk and feasted upon this night

I found eternal love upon this night

This night I wish never to end

But I found at the end of this night

Self-incision,a rose in the rain at the end of this night

I have lost thy,sunsetter at the end of this night

Nevermore will I roam free in the flowers of joy at the end of this night

Blood trails of pain I follow at the end of this night

I pray to no avail at the end of this night

I am trapped in the barless prison at the end of this night

None will drink and merry at the end of this night

None will find joy at the end of this night

There will be only sorrow at the end of this night

Because I lost you...At the end of this night.

This is by Cradle of Filth.



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 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 come choke

The killing joke worn thin with breath



I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue

Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through



Aah! Nostalgia grows

Now times nine or ten

Within this vice den called a soul

Dying resurrection

I dig deep to come again

The spasm of orgasm 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 labial rings and heartstrings undone



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 come choke

The killing joke worn thin with breath



Horrorscopes My diorama

A twelve part (so far) 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 Hell'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 pray, a Gilles De Rais

Of light where faith leads truth astray



I slit guts guts and free the moistest faeces

Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces

Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin

Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate 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 wetted, storm crows wheeled

At the blurred edges or reason till I was fulfilled

Whores 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 Her mouth once good for fucks

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.