Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Rise Of The Pentagram

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 her sister removed, her wet body approved

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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 oustered from Eden I fausted all reason

Hook in mouth like saint Peter Pan


Wherein the promiscuous swam

I elected lovers and rejected others

Mephistresses that don't give a damn...

But in those that still do my deep interest grew

The rise of the true pentagram!

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