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Nights came tralling ghost concertos<br />Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows<br />Playing torture chamber music allegretto<br />Conducting overtures over throes trashed to crescendo<br /><br />Skinless the dark shall scream<br />Hoarse Her symphonies<br /><br />Deathmashed as the moon<br />That had lifted Her dreams<br />And frowned on the winding steps down<br />To where the vulgar strayed,<br />Taunting sick Her tender prey<br />She glided in Her bridal gown<br /><br />How sleep the pure<br />Desire in Violent Overture<br /><br />An emanation of phantom madness<br />The Countess beheld in shroud<br />By girls bereft of future vows<br />Soon to wed in white the frosted ground<br />Burning like a brand on the countenance of god<br />A yearning took Her hand to His Seraphim, bound<br /><br />Deep red hissed the cat whips<br />On the whim of ill-will<br />Whilst She entranced, nonchalant, abliss<br />Flayed further songs of overkill<br /><br />How weep the pure<br />Desire in Violent overture<br />Desire in Violent overture<br /><br />In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses<br />Pooled blood and broken dolls<br />A torchlit shadow theatre souled<br />With the echoed cries of lives She stole<br /><br />Killing time<br />She struck the hours dead<br />In Her control<br />Thus menopaused<br />Her clock of hacked out cunts<br />Began to toll<br /><br />"Thirteen chimes of ancient strain<br />I conjure forth with dirge<br />That fills the void with timbred pain<br />To fulfil my sexual urge"<br /><br />Frights came wailing from the Darkside<br />Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes<br />Velvet, their voices coffined Her in slumber<br />Bespattered and appeased<br />As pregnant skies outside bore thunder<br /><br />How sleep the pure<br />Desire in violent overture<br />Desire in violent<br /><br />As when high winds<br />Attune whipped trees<br />Her savage nature pitched<br />Would once again conduct the pleas<br />Of those She loved to agonies<br /><br />As if it were<br />The first time every night<br />That She carved Her seal<br />In the flesh of life.
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Nights came tralling ghost concertos<br />Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows<br />Playing torture chamber music allegretto<br />Conducting overtures over throes trashed to crescendo<br /><br />Skinless the dark shall scream<br />Hoarse Her symphonies<br /><br />Deathmashed as the moon<br />That had lifted Her dreams<br />And frowned on the winding steps down<br />To where the vulgar strayed,<br />Taunting sick Her tender prey<br />She glided in Her bridal gown<br /><br />How sleep the pure<br />Desire in Violent Overture<br /><br />An emanation of phantom madness<br />The Countess beheld in shroud<br />By girls bereft of future vows<br />Soon to wed in white the frosted ground<br />Burning like a brand on the countenance of god<br />A yearning took Her hand to His Seraphim, bound<br /><br />Deep red hissed the cat whips<br />On the whim of ill-will<br />Whilst She entranced, nonchalant, abliss<br />Flayed further songs of overkill<br /><br />How weep the pure<br />Desire in Violent overture<br />Desire in Violent overture<br /><br />In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses<br />Pooled blood and broken dolls<br />A torchlit shadow theatre souled<br />With the echoed cries of lives She stole<br /><br />Killing time<br />She struck the hours dead<br />In Her control<br />Thus menopaused<br />Her clock of hacked out cunts<br />Began to toll<br /><br />"Thirteen chimes of ancient strain<br />I conjure forth with dirge<br />That fills the void with timbred pain<br />To fulfil my sexual urge"<br /><br />Frights came wailing from the Darkside<br />Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes<br />Velvet, their voices coffined Her in slumber<br />Bespattered and appeased<br />As pregnant skies outside bore thunder<br /><br />How sleep the pure<br />Desire in violent overture<br />Desire in violent<br /><br />As when high winds<br />Attune whipped trees<br />Her savage nature pitched<br />Would once again conduct the pleas<br />Of those She loved to agonies<br /><br />As if it were<br />The first time every night<br />That She carved Her seal<br />In the flesh of life.
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