| Cradle of Filth |
[29 Oct 2003|01:19pm] |
Angels in raiments
As pure as coal
Taking their payments
In tourtured mortal souls
The abyss edge
But on could reflection
One they warmed to nonethless...
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| Cradle of Filth |
[29 Oct 2003|01:21pm] |
Throwing sixes over deadly sin
I traded those who playd to win
Skin for precious skin...
And that that wormed within
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| Cradle of Filth |
[29 Oct 2003|01:23pm] |
And I thank God for the suffering
As I still burn
For her return
I would make peace with ewerything
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