2006
1. Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive Like Miss Leviathan[Instrumental]2. Dirge Inferno“Carrion my nameFor those who choose to mouth the curseA tragic serenadeWith Judas in my strideThe Gothic halls of shameWhere statues coldly hold no worseThan the murders I reclaimFrom a dark, forsaken time”Kissing heaven, spentHe wipes lips free of his hectic dischargeWishing to repentFor the brute that ravaged freeIn slight hands beauty weepsConquest’s deep methodical screwingHurt repeatedlyLike the world wound at his feetDirge InfernoAs it is written, damn itSo let it be wrungFrom throats of those in overthrowThe past at last has comeA savage bit without respitePervades the freezing airThis winter chill, grist for his millIf tears of joy will blear elsewhereAnd church bells drown in the cracks of doomThe storms above us hewAs lightning runs like bifurcate tonguesDeflowering two by twoHissing, malcontentHe storms the skies on electric dischargePissing in contemptOn the effigies of the weakKilling al resolveThe great beast simmers, his scarlet womenSpit their vitriolOn the terrified face of peaceDirge InfernoAs it is written, damn itSo let it be wrungFrom throats of those in overthrowOur past at last has comeA hellbound heart, the rose and thornHave locked to hasten bloodThe moon disrobes, to harden drovesOf legions pouringThese rivers press, his breath adornsSenates and enemy seatsWhilst his power takes as ingratitudeThe writhing of the weak“Wormwood my nameThe poisoned star that fell to earthAnd blistered free of shameIn the pits of self-rebirthNow those caves become a farretOverseeing endless barracksAs the waters turn to claretAnd the Vatican satins burn”3. Tonight In FlamesWhen contrary winds blow across the sandsTheir murmurs can be easily swayedBut when storms quicken one cannot placateThe howling of their murderous ragesWinged seraphim hold love’s trembling handBeside our waiting gravesAs war roars about out precious landSeeking cause to subjugateTonight in flamesTonight the world will fear our namesTonight in flamesStay my feeble heartOur deaths will be the startOf something glorious and vainTonight in flamesThere is no fanaticism as virile as faithTo the blind his words are clear“Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel!Assure your place in paradise here”Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling handBeside her tiny graveI will avenge her, do or damnedHer sacred mother did the sameI went to see her dance one dayIn a play by a wailing wallNow she is goneBut the song lives onZealous and maniacalThe Eastern sword must fallTonight in flamesTonight the world will fear our namesTonight in flamesStay my feeble heartOur deaths will be the startOf something glorious and vainTonight in flames4. Libertina GrimmHowitzer glare and spitfire bladeWooed by Dresden serenadesHer soundtrack now a bombing raidBored of vaudevilleGod was six days soberOn the night that she was bornTo the glistening star of a bible classAn icon now in religious pornShe was Alice through the gloryholeAn ejaculate misconceptionDisney-esque, the high priestessOf greed and deepest dark deceptionAll best to bury whimsFor Miss Libertina GrimmShe, that little red riding cropBrer Werewold at her stocking topsBeneath the tightened leather stropOf the basque of the houndervillesAt the stroke of midnight comeShe polished verse and hearsesIn a poisonous pen dipped in omenTo her surgeon full of general cursesIn the hand of morgue redeemersThough the dead always pleased her moreSquatting in their coffinsFlirting curtsies to the thirteenth floorTip your hatsFor sweet Libertina GrimmFantasy and candy storesSnow white and the seven strawsSmoke and mirrors on all fours...Libertina GrimmHer brothers grim, her sisters throughThe final dance will be the cueShe amputates to fit the shoeLibertina GrimmLibertina GrimmMystery kindled in a blackened roomNine candles lit to improve the gloomShe sees the dark as she feels wombFull of hidden secretsThey haunt her heart, those precious fewThose Count Lestats and Betty BluesThose tortured souls just like me and youFull of hidden secretsNo, don’t goDon’t you leave meSo aloneLibertinaNo, don’t you goDon’t you leave me hereSo aloneWhere the dead are free to roam5. The Byronic ManAs lonely as a poet on the wall of JerichoOr the moon without the comfort of the starsI am loathe to know it that a man without a soulIs nothing but a split canopic jarI proved it, improved itDrove a sonnet right through itAnd in this state of blissEvil kissed with wet lipsPen-filled fingertipsWhich drew me, for through meIlluminati usually pissedBut with words of some hurts worthI threw a party that extended God’s listExciting new flames that my face would claim for meReciting back the almanac of travestiesThey call me badMad Caliban with mannerDangerous to knowA passing fadTaught in all debauch I excess and in cantoGrown wild this childeWhole harems defiledFaustina’s and Mina’sLady Libertine and her sisters between herWhat spread of lies arise when lovers dieWhich circle of hell is mine when I arrive?They call me badMad Caliban with mannersDangerous to knowA passing fadTaught in all debauchCrow against the virgin snowGrown colder, my shoulderLike a boulder beside herAnd bolder, not wiserMy dark seed took up root inside heThat mouldered, where olderBeddings would hold a passionate sighBut laudanum and sodaLord Numb codaMerited a forest of inherited spiteFleeing grief for foreign mapsI still played vampire aristocratUnloading my gun in hot, promiscuous lapsThen shooting swans in a gondolaI tripped my foot on a falled starAnd there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tarTo let you know just who you fucking areThe patron saint of heartacheEver after, can they hear my laughter?The patrons saint of heartacheNever craft a better bed of disaster...The patron saint of heartacheThey call me badMade Caliban with mannersDangerous to knowA passing fadTaught in all debauchIn excess and in cantoThey call me badMad Caliban with mannersDangerious to knowA passing fadWhereupron I tell themTo go fuck their mothersAs so...On my grave6. I Am The ThornThe needle in the eye of the hurricaneThe poison in the fontThe nail in the coffin of the profaneI am the lotManiacal the fireThat weaves inside my shouldWhen dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, rollLike carpet bombs in vast bazaarsMy blood runs with the beastsThough no crescent, crossOr wandering starShalt witness my defeatBorn of jackal in the VaticanTo a loathsome flock I have crept behind the drapesAnd a wizard there is notJust a white flag blackened bySinging weapons that have ledA faith that soon dominions overDesert kingdoms of the deadI smell the fleur du malcontentThe hellish stenchOf Judas in the dozensBouquets for greed and twisted lawHandmaidens of a holy warBring on a thousand roses moreI am the thornTangled are the thicketsThat spare the virgin heartFrom the waking grasp of rapists in the darkMountaineers that strive so farFor a Heaven grown from reachThat love herself is fabledTo be missing from their peaksSave in one sole towerWhere the presence of a rodStays the sleeping beautyFrom the prying fingers of the mobI smell the fleur du malcontentThe hellish stenchOf Judas in the dozensBouquets for greed and twisted lawHandmaidens of a holy warBring on a thousand roses moreI am the thornI am the thornI am the Spear of LonginusThe sword of DamoclesKali up in arms, a bleeding sinusThe hammer of the gods in the prophet’s teethSaint Disgustus, President EvilGreat white hopes of a shark-eyed peopleLight of the world now flicker and dieImpaled in the race, in the paling faceWhere forked tongues pricked the skiesChoking on these words as I slither to their earA lightning strikes their blinded mainsI am not the hand of god...I am the thornTerritorial thievesEver stealing thunder for religious causesI will bring you all down to your kneesAnd fuck you over7. Cemetery And SundownWe rise with the sun in the underworldWe suffer from a graveless nameWe prise wide lidsAnd wounds with lips curledOver teeth that have tasted shameCemetery and sundownAfaisnt the flora of nightfallWe gather like the fauna of warTo cure Aurora so spitefulWith her stake in the coming of dawnTo conjure forth the pastThose heady nights of pain resplendentIn the service of the Goddess of DeathWhen her sheets ran royalty redMoon lengthen or crypt-kept silhouettesShadows dance, eyes flicker in descentUnveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spentOn upturned mouths and haunts of wickednessWe walk this Eden, a secretFaces hidden under Leonine prideIn dusk’s embraceWe find it hard to keep itWhen blood and lust and waking worlds collideToo long have we skulked like driftersIn the cities of the neon sunVagabond dogs and graveyard shiftersMona Lisas where the paint has runI miss our glorious pastOur nightly flights on fear dependentLike phantoms in the eaves for Miss ChristineWhen the song bird broke her neckWolves howl their fogbound serenadesChurches arch their backs with balustradesPraise be to the shedding of masqueradesWhen we hunt these vestal vermin unafraidOf the covenant made...Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meatThere is murder in the thirstRich red vascular tapestriesHung in gilded frames of nuns asleepIn dreams where themes of bestialityAre a blessing on their Sunday sheepSermons hang a black gownOver cemetery and sundownNow the clock is harrying midnightAnd the ghost of yet-to-comeWill she show rewrites of dark delightOr the sewers we’ve overrun?I see a winter palaceCut diamonds at a porcelain neckWhen Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spiritAs I threw her to it bledWe rise with the sun in the underworldWe suffer from a graveless nameWe prise wide lidsAnd wounds with lips curledOver teeth that have tasted shameWe walk this Eden, a secretFaces hidden under Leonine prideIn dusk’s embraceWe find it hard to keep itWhen blood and lust and waking worlds collide.8. Lovesick For MinaOne might see in MinaMy diseaseBut it was She who has infected meFor all eternity...As the sun slips the tearaway starsInto the scented scheme of nightI kissed her mouth like a dark red roseSet upon a marbled dream of whiteSo pure of thought like a Vestal statueJewelled with a God-lent graceI was close to coming when she bid adieuFuelled by heartache rent upon her face thereOn Mina, obscenerThoughts obsess my daysOh Mina, obscenerThoughts possess meThat I must now obeyThey say the darkest hourIs that before the dawnWhen nothing in one’s powerCan dissipate the great forlornShadows of fire that haunt meLike risen whispers of her nameFor dawn is a duskWherein needs mustErupt from the grave, aflameWritten in the dead of nightAnd riding on the burning windSmitten by her read delightMy words alight like leave of sinStepping through a mirrorThe princess of the emerald glassBrought me on sip nearerLove’s infernal past...They say Hell hath no furiesLike a woman scorned by lifeWhen the Heavenly Judge and juriesParticipate to chain this wifeWith forced virtue, Her secret needsOn warm we nights, with storm-wracked bitesI gave her Eden after the floodWritten in the dead of nightAnd riding on the burning windSmitten by her read delightMy words alight like leaves of sinVerona, Marishka, AleeraBrides of old and goddesses allForgive my wishes to be always near herForever or whenever seas recallThe Aphrodite from my embraceFor as Mars (whom her lips placate)I tore these shores with wars of hatredBefore our Paris wet his fateIn Helen, one might find mistakeIn winning tragedyFor all eternity...I am still lovesick for MinaI am still so lovesick for Mina9. The Foetus Of A New Day KickingI’m chaos internationalThe writing on the wallA Lazarus in parableA dark and sullen lullabyWhispered softly as you diePromising torments are nighDanger warning levels hissed out loudI saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloudNow I’m reeling from the shock at ground zeroIf yesterday you would have stood up proudThen why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd?I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking...The foetus of a new day kickingIt’s true that Jesus cannot saveI’m rising from the graveTo put my double cross to shameA poison rush, a heart attackA white assassin painted blackYou’ll fear this reaper coming backDanger warning levels hissed out loudI saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloudNow I’m reeling from the shock at ground zeroIf yesterday you would have stood up proudThen why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd?I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking...On a night like thisYou laid the serpent’s kissIn this garden of GethsemaneYou played the traitor well...In a dawn to comeI will blind the sunTo grant you pardon as my enemyBefore damning you to hell...10. Rise Of The PentagramOne dark afternoonLike a shadow I flewThrough the rain that fell sick with lamentTo this house of incestFor when we undressedBlasphemies against Venus were rentThough her sister removedHer white body approvedThe barade of my heavenly questsYet, all tongues are not trueSome are forked or askewLike an uncivil serpent’s at bestFor ousted from EdenI fausted all reasonHook in mouth like Saint Peter PanTo horned fairy grovesAnd hot virgin covesWhere in the promiscuous swamI elected lovers and rejected othersMathistrises that don’t give a damnBut for those that still doMy deep interest grewThe rise of the true pentagram!11. Under Huntress MoonWith the snow fallen thickAnd bonfires alitAnd shooting stars portents of ripsI ascended to spurA mere glimpse of murmurFrom her precious celestial lipsBe it sun to your moon“Be it moon to your sun”Together we promised to comeWith a turn of the screwAnd a slip of the tongueWe eclipsed one another undoneThrough the mist, through the woodsWith the night-wraiths I’ve stoodAtop murderous peaks calling youOn storm-lashed beachheadsWhere the fisherman dreadThe things your bewitchments accrueThose deep creatures bringHer cut diamond ringsA girl with a pearl necklace herAdvancing in feversTsunamis and myrrhWill she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?She lights the skiesDressed in silver scales plucked from the oceanTo spite her thighsThat Lucifer snuck insideAnd with his prideEnclaves were upgraded to GoshenSo paradiseCould shine from out her skirts“I adorn myself at duskWith ornaments to close the nooseA kiss as red as blood and cold as hellMy body glows with lustAnaemic as the flag of truceI raised at dawn to catch you in my spell”With every twist I cannot resist herFertile female mind controlThis wanton witch, white rapids sisterTo whom I pour my wine and soulFrom a copse of black yewsWhere the moon was drawn throughLike a sword through a Gordian knotShe descended to meClaiming swift victoryOver the heart I had near soon forgotWith every kiss this huntress whispered;“Yield to my sweet embraceOne night of bliss”. I could not dismiss herOnce her beauty shot me a darker faceYou mesmerise my soul DianaYou mesmerise my soul12. Temptation[Heaven 17 cover]I've never been closerI've tried to understandThat certain feelingCarved by another's handBut it's too late to hesitateWe can't keep on living like thisLeave no trackDon't look backAll I desireTemptationKeep climbing higher and higherTemptationAdorable creaturesTemptationWith unacceptable featuresTemptationTrouble is comingTemptationIt's just the high cost of lovingTemptationYou can take it or leave itTemptationBut you'd better believe itYou've got to make me an offerThat cannot be ignoredSo let's head for home nowEverything I have is yoursStep by step and day by dayEvery second counts I can't break awayLeave no traceHide your faceAll I desireTemptationKeep climbing higher and higherTemptationYou can take it or leave itTemptationBut you'd better believe itStep by stepDay by dayEvery second countsI can't break awayKeep us from temptation [x3]Lead us not in temptationAll I desireTemptationKeep climbing higher and higherTemptationAnd you can take it or leave itTemptationBut you'd better believe itStep by step and day by dayEvery second counts I can't break awayKeep us from Temptation [x3]Lead us not in TemptationTrying to find itTemptationYou've got to get up behind itTemptationPut your dime in the hot slotTemptationBut it's a million to one shotTemptationYou think that you're rightTemptationYour gonna face it tonight nowTemptationGive me a breakdownTemptationBecause it's time for a shakedownTemptation [x16]12. TemptationI've never been closerI've tried to understandThat certain feelingCarved by another's handBut it's too late to hesitateWe can't keep on living like thisLeave no trackDon't look backAll I desireTemptationKeep climbing higher and higherTemptationAdorable creaturesTemptationWith unacceptable featuresTemptationTrouble is comingTemptationIt's just the high cost of lovingTemptationYou can take it or leave itTemptationBut you'd better believe itYou've got to make me an offerThat cannot be ignoredSo let's head for home nowEverything I have is yoursStep by step and day by dayEvery second counts I can't break awayLeave no traceHide your faceAll I desireTemptationKeep climbing higher and higherTemptationYou can take it or leave itTemptationBut you'd better believe itStep by stepDay by dayEvery second countsI can't break awayKeep us from temptation [x3]Lead us not in temptationAll I desireTemptationKeep climbing higher and higherTemptationAnd you can take it or leave itTemptationBut you'd better believe itStep by step and day by dayEvery second counts I can't break awayKeep us from Temptation [x3]Lead us not in TemptationTrying to find itTemptationYou've got to get up behind itTemptationPut your dime in the hot slotTemptationBut it's a million to one shotTemptationYou think that you're rightTemptationYour gonna face it tonight nowTemptationGive me a breakdownTemptationBecause it's time for a shakedownTemptation [x16]
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
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